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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Apparently Megan was having enough for the night. Vicente only smirked at this as he shift the gears of the vehicle and attempted to put some space between this car and the pursuing one. The unfortunate thing is that this was a Smart Car and, sadly, was not entirely fit for a high speed chase. But, the assassin was going to have to make do with what he had. He doubted that Wayne’s men were going to be kind enough to let him choose a different car.
Megan did her best to stem their pursuers. She grabbed whatever she could from the back seat, man this guy was a complete freak, and started to pull up dolls and other toys into her arms. With those in hand, she leaned out of the car and began to hurl whatever she could at the chasing car. The dolls bounced harmlessly out off of the glass, hood, or bypassed the car completely.
Vicente chuckled at her attempts. At irritating as this whole fiasco was, he had to admit that she always turned out to be an entertaining partner to have in crime.
Megan turned to throw another item but suddenly the glass of his back windshield collapsed and shattered. Vicente ducked and cursed in Spanish as he held onto the steering wheel as tightly as possible. He glanced to Megan to make sure she was not hit…and was greeted, instead, with more cursing.
>> "Really?! A car chase and gun fight? What the hell did you do to piss them off so bad?!"[/color]
Yeah, she was fine.
“They think I killed the head of their family,” he explained over the roar of the engines and the whipping sound of the air. “I humiliated him while he was having a meeting with the head of the Falcone mob family. Stuck a knife through his hand. Not long after that, I read in the papers that the man was killed, execution style. Wasn’t by my hand, but I doubt they care…”
Another gunshot rang off and Vicente ducked low enough to not be a target but to keep his eyes on the road. This was quickly not working. He had the gas pedal to the floor and still he was doing nothing.
Well, if he couldn’t outrun them, they he would sure as hell out maneuver them!
He ground his teeth as he looked up ahead to see that there was a bit of traffic. Cars were beginning to line up, forming gaps that he was going to have to exploit. He muttered something that could have sounded like “hold on” to Megan before he suddenly turned the car and began to weave between the closing gaps of cars, trucks, and vehicles. Sparks flew from both sides of the car but the Smart Car had proven to be small enough to fit.
Weaving in and out, Vicente looked back to see that, sure enough, their pursuers had disappeared from behind them. For a half a second he breathed in relief…until he looked over to Megan and out her window. Wayne’s men had apparently decided to jump onto the curb and were bowling over anything in their path. He saw the flash of a barrel and, suddenly, Vicente grabbed Megan by the back of her head and forced her down into his lap as he ducked over her.
Bullets flew where both their heads had been, effectively shattering the rest of the glass the car had. Vicente could only keep driving as a plan slowly formed once he realized where they were…
Oh... well, that explained everything splendidly. They thought he had killed someone important to them, and that was why they were intent on blowing his face off- as well as hers. She decided not to comment on it, being all out of spitfire and snark at the moment, and chose instead to hold onto her seat for dear life.
The swerving, screeching, and groaning of gears and metal as the Assassin forced them through the narrow gaps in traffic was a little hard to talk over anyway. She would have been ecstatic that it seemed as though his plan was working, if it hadn't have been for each bump and jerk- which sent her side into fits and caused her breath to hitch in her throat.
Finally, when everything calmed and a moment of peace fell over her, Megan sagged against the car seat. Her seat belt was digging painfully into the back of her thighs. She gave half a mind to slip back properly into her seat when her driving companion suddenly latched into her hair dragged her back into his lap. She let out a muffled curse as he folded himself over her, more because of the searing bolt of pain that flew up her side, and curled her arms up over her head. Briefly, she felt herself fade in and out of awareness. Sounds muted temporarily, and she was overcome with that blissful feeling of sleep... before a bump in the road jerked her back into semi-alertness. Glass had showered down on her from above, bouncing off of her cheeks and forehead, and nestling in the cracks between where she had pressed herself into him. Thank god every car was manufactured with safety glass nowadays, otherwise she would have been pressing her face into sharp edges and pointy bits.
Still.... she didn't really want to move from her safe i-won't-get-shot spot so soon.
A stroke of luck assisted them as the perusing car swerved back onto the road beside them. It looked as if their attackers were going to steer their much larger vehicle straight into the side of the smart car, probably an attempt to send then into a sideways spin... but, at the last moment, a jeep sped out of a side street and effectively cut the larger car off. They were graced with a small window of time as their pursuers slammed on the breaks and swerved to avoid colliding with the jeep.
...it wouldn't be long before they got around the Jeep and were back on the hunt.
Vicente did his best to both drive and keep the woman down but it was difficult. Dodging the gun blasts that were echoing around him, and the sight of raining glasses, the assassin did his best to keep from looking, especially since he didn’t want to drive into any of his fellow people on the road. But the assassin found it more difficult with every passing second. It was not until he felt the sudden urge to look up, did he notice that the pursuing car had finally veered away. The assassin took this change of events to continue swerving.
He passed in and out of traffic, maneuvering the small, smart car with an ease that was extremely fluid and almost impossible to believe. He exploited every gap, every opening that he could, until finally he was able to bypass all of them long enough to breath a small sigh of relief. He could see the lights of his pursuers in the background, fading away until finally they were just dots that turned and sought another route.
This was their chance. He needed to lose them and he needed to do it fast. But what could he possibly do. The little smart car stuck out like a sore thumb and if they managed to stop in an attempt change cars, it may cost more time than it was worth. Either way, they needed to vacate this vehicle; it was just creepy.
He turned down another street and saw their saving grace. It was rather ridiculous and bold but it would be enough to get them out of the streets.
“Hope you like trains,” he said.
A grin crept across his lips as he eyed the subway entrance. A quick glance and suddenly he veered off onto the sidewalk. People screamed and dashed away, trying not to get hit by the bright pink, Hello Kitty smart car. Vicente dodged around them until he drove straight into the large entrance and into the bowels of New York.
The car rattled, fiercely, as he drove down the stairs, until he landed roughly onto the smooth ground. The screams of people filled the air as the headlights of the car barreled upon them in the darkness of the subway. Swerving around the miniscule amount of people gathered, Vicente growled, honked the horn, and finally managed to spin into a rough stop near the farthest wall.
He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced out the window to see that their train was just arriving.
“Oh good. We caught the train,” he said as he nudged her arm. “Come on, you want to live, then we gotta make that train.”
“Oh good. We caught the train, Come on, you want to live, then we gotta make that train.”
She didn't budge at first. Rumbling down a flight of stairs had taken a direct toll on her. Maybe it was the fact that she had bounced into his knees more than once, or maybe it was because the pain had caused her to black out completely. She really didn't know. All she knew was that when he nudged her it took her longer than she liked to come back to the waking world. Even that was probably only because he had decided to mention the 'if you want to live' part. If there was anything left in her at this point to drive her onward, it was the will to survive. She didn't want to be found by some depraves mobsters, nor did she want to be found passed out, half naked in a Hello Kitty car crammed full of creepy Asian dolls.
With what little strength she could muster, she pushed herself out of his lap... or at least tried to. She wobbled more than once, and had to rely heavily on the steering wheel in order to remain upright once she got there."...I don't know how you do this sort of thing all the time... really... " One good crack to the ribs, and she was down for the count. She honestly didn't want to know what being electrocuted felt like... but hell if he didn't mystify her constantly with the ability to simply shrug off most wounds. it either led her to believe that he had seen and been through some pretty hairy shit, or that he simply had a higher tolerance to pain that she did.
..which, was pretty likely. She was usually the first to admit that she was weaker, slower, or less interested in throwing her life on the line that people she seemed to hang around. Well, except when pride came into play. That old demon had a way of making her clam up and get herself into tough situation simply because she refused to admit that she was less than someone else. Thankfully, that usually took someone directly telling her that she couldn't do something.
"... I... I may need help." She stated quietly, pressing a hand to her eyes. It was starting to feel like she was going to be sick... but she still had the mental capacity left to know that if she heaved anything up, it would only cause her wounds more distress. The sudden onset of sickness was brought on my adrenaline washing away, and everything finally catching up to her. The torture, the escape... all of the blood and pain. Everything had gone by so fast that she hadn't really had time to process anything yet. She could feel her arms and legs trembling slightly, and even as her companion hauled her out of the car, she felt a weakness setting in. She wasn't going to be able to walk anyway... and with the train on a time limit, that left them with few options.
...She would have been rather surprised that the Assassin chose to lift her like a sack of potatoes into his arms, rather than abandon her in the car like she had first suspected, but she was already losing her battle with exhaustion. She struggled to keep her eyes open, before they closed and she felt herself sinking into the open arms a blissful numbness.
The assassin sighed a little. Should he really take the opportunity to help her out with this? After all, she was only turning into dead weight. He could simply leave her behind for the mobsters to find her, or get arrested by the cops while he made his getaway. Sadly, he knew he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t risk her talking to the police, or anyone for that matter. Besides, this whole situation wasn’t her fault; she just got caught up with his own problems.
Climbing out of the small car, ignoring the looks from the few people who were hiding around corners, Vicente moved to the passenger side of the car. With a tug he pulled the door open and managed to, carefully, pull Megan into his arms. In silence he carried the half-naked woman towards the train and stepped into the car that had the no other passengers.
He set her down into a nearby seat and sighed as he sat next to the unconscious woman. The safe house was only one quick ride away.
***
It didn’t take long for Vicente to haul Megan to his next safe house. The subway ride was tense, but at least it was quiet and uneventful. Thankfully, it was late at night so there were few riders, and even fewer people out on the streets. This meant that seeing a large, bloodied man, carrying a half naked woman only caused a few head turns instead of a lot. The last thing he needed was even more attention drawn to them.
But, it was a quick trek and before long Vicente was back inside one of his many safehouses that he had littered throughout the city. He made enough money on his jobs to have two or three so that he could always lay low if he needed to. And now was definitely one of those times.
A simple place, filled with simple furniture, and rarely ever visited, the place looked as completely non-descript as could be. It was the home of a boring family man, not a cold-blooded assassin. Thankfully, that was just the image that Vicente wanted this place to have.
Silently he set Megan on the couch, draped a blanket over her and sighed as he grabbed a stool and placed it near the front door. He glanced out of the peep hole, fingers tensing around a handgun as he waited and watched. It was going to be a long night.