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.
She was a very pleasant girl, when she wasn't running into him or paralyzing people. And aside from the green skin and the snake around her neck, she was pretty too. He accepted the hand shake and returned the smile. "Well, it's certainly a pleasure to finally officially meet you too, Ms Andrea."
The sight of the large boa attempting to eat the package he was tasked to deliver sent a wave of horrifying dread through out Jirou's person. "AH! No, not the package! I'm supposed to deliver that to a very important client! AHAHA!" Jirou clutched at his short black hair as he began to panic.
Whatever was inside that package, Jirou only hoped it wasn't anything too valuable, though considering how much he had been offered to pick it up and deliver it, it was safe to assume that it most certainly was.
He looked around, as if trying to find some way of rescuing the package from the serpents large maw. He glanced down at his watch. He still had plenty of time before the rendezvous time, but each second Sloth held onto that package meant he was one second closure to missing the drop off, and the payment for the job.
Jirou was only vaguely familiar with the location. He'd passed it a couple times while on his way to working other jobs for clientele, but he had never actually been there before. He quickly threw his coat on and double checked his pockets to make certain he had plenty of spare "ammunition" before fishing out his car keys, which he jingled in front of his eyes in response to Aura's question.
"Oh I can drive all right. Just wait until you see her."
After exiting and locking the apartment door, he led the way to the underground parking garage where he kept his pristine 1973 Oldsmobile Omega. It was really his one and only prized possession, next to his fedora and his jacket. Without any of those three, he would be an emotional wreck.
"Here she is. Isn't she gorgeous?" he opened the passenger door for Aura before climbing into the driver's seat. Like a dream, the classic muscle car came to life as he pressed the clutch in and turned the key.
"Before we get there we need to come up with some sort of a plan. What kind of equipment and weapons do they have? About how many did your informant spot? Are we going to just bust in there guns and...pink stuff...a blazing, or are we going to try and sneak in? Either way, I have a feeling things are going to get intense very quickly which means we are going to have to high tail it out of there in a hurry. Any ideas?"
Running through the crowded streets of New York City was never as easy as it seemed in the movies. Either you were going with the flow, or you were fighting up a white water river that would gladly drag you under if you weren't careful. Somehow, Jirou and the green skinned lady were able to successfully navigate their way through it and out of harms way by ducking out into a less crowded side street. A few more sharp turns, and they effectively lost the angry mob from earlier.
Short of breath from the escape, Jirou leaned up against the wall of a building before checking to make sure they had for sure given their pursuers the slip. He looked over at Andrea and smiled.
"The name's Jirou, and it's a pleasure to meet you again...I think." he continued to smile, which led way to a chuckle, which was then closely followed by him laughing at their narrow escape. "Boy am I glad we made it out of there in one piece." he took a deep breath to calm himself before carrying on.
"I'm sure that fat jerk had it coming anyway. Human's can be really insensitive when it comes to mutants that are...well..." Jirou nodded towards Sloth, who seemed to coil tighter around the package in response, as if insulted. He decided not to finish that sentence. When dealing with mutants that exhibited obvious changes in physical appearance, it was always better to never point out that they were different than the rest of them. Especially if you were a mutant that looked like a normal human being. Jirou quickly changed the subject.
"I'm already quite familiar with...Sloth I think it was." He and the serpent exchanged icy glares. "But I don't think I ever caught your name."
The shock and surprise in Jirou's eyes was obvious, though it was hard to figure out what shocked him more; Running into the green skinned gorgon lady again, or her ability to suddenly paralyze a person by simply looking at them.
Jirou accepted the help and climbed to his feet, dusting himself off as he did. He stared at "Sloth" and the package he so adamantly refused to abandon.
"I can see that." he gingerly rubbed his arm. It hadn't been long before that "Sloth" had decided to take his arm hostage. Granted, the situation then was a bit more dire than their present one, but still Sloth refused to let go just the same.
"Unfortunately, I need that package, and I need it now."the serpent's orange eyes stared defiantly back at Jirou, who frowned impatiently.
In all the commotion, Jirou had failed to notice the crowd which was gathering around them.
"Did you see what she did to him?" "What she did to him? Just look at that thing!" "Is he dead? Did she kill him!?" "That Monster!"
Not good.
Once humans started throwing around the words "dead" and "kill", they grew panicky, and when large crowds of people were panicked, they quickly turned violent.
That was why it was never a good idea to use one's abilities in public, and it was especially not a good idea to use them on human beings, no matter how much they deserved it. Human's were stupid and tensions between humans and mutants were bad enough as they were, they didn't need anymore excuses to resent their kind.
"We need to go. NOW!" Jirou immediately grabbed Andrea by the hand and reached into his pocket, charging a single card which he tossed to the ground in front of them. The card detonated on impact with the pavement and the resulting explosion was enough to scare an opening int the assembled crowd. Jirou immediately made a break for it, dragging Andrea along with him.
The crowd immediately began sharpening their pitchforks and began its pursuit.
Sometimes the fates like to smile upon us, while sometimes they prefer to spit. Typically, Jirou was not the religious or spiritual sort, but if he had been then right now he would probably say that the fates above had just cleared their collective throats and had just unleashed the most vile and putrid loogie they could.
With only six or so more blocks to go, Jirou was making great time. He'd probably sit down at a local pub and have a burger and fries, just to treat himself. He smiled at the thought of a nice thick black angus burger. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into one.
Except he'd probably have to wait a little longer than he expected. One moment he was walking along the street, about to come up to a corner, and the next he was blindsided by a white, green, and black mass.
The force of the impact took him by surprise, and summarily off of his feet. He fell to the ground in a heap, while the package he was about to deliver slipped out from under his arm and landed beside him.
The sudden feeling of Deja Vu fell upon him as he sat up and massaged the base of his neck and skull.
"Do you mind watching where you're going next time? Seriously, somebody could get-" Jirou stopped mid sentence as he noticed an oddly familiar looking serpent wrapped around the package he was meant to deliver. He followed the snake's frame all the way to the body with which it was attached. He immediately recognized her. How could anybody forget that day...?
"YOU AGAIN?!?!?!" Jirou exclaimed and pointed at Andrea and immediately began looking around for any sort of monstrous predatory mutants in hot pursuit. He did not need that sort of stress today.
When you think of the word "Mercenary" what images instantly pop into your mind? Do you picture the tall dark and handsome, yet brooding gun for hire? How about the dark, dirty and underhanded thief that can break into a house and rob a family blind with out waking the german shepherd in the yard?
How about a package boy? Does that ever come to mind? Because it sure as heck never crossed Jirou's until today. Here he was, a top grade gun for hire, delivering a package wrapped in brown shipping paper to a man at a diner a several blocks away in downtown New York.
Not that Jirou was complaining. The guy was paying a ridiculous amount of cash to see that this package got delivered, and Jirou had been pretty bored as of late. It was a simple low risk job, and he needed something easy to do for a change. He examined the box as he walked along the street. He wondered what the heck it could be, and why it was so important. He shrugged and tucked it under his armpit as he walked.
Either way, at least he was outside and it was certainly a nice day out. What could go wrong?
Begrudgingly, Jirou flicked the weapon's safety back on and lowered it to his side. He hated dealing with mutant's capable of projecting force fields. It made things so much more difficult.
He examined the gems that were now scattered across the floor. He wasn't an expert in precious minerals and stones, but it was certainly impressive. The only hard part would be moving them through out his network of trusted fences. The likely hood of those stones being hot was pretty high. The woman's power's were also of interesting note to him. Not only could she repel objects, as was made evident by her being able to break his grip, but she could also slice and dice as well.
Jirou wondered if she could make julienne fries too.
The Order? The young mercenary had heard of that organization a few times before, and on several occasions had even been asked if he was a member, though this was the first time he had actually ever been approached by a true member. He wondered how they knew so much about him already. Granted, there weren't many mutants running around New York City turning everyday items into deadly explosives, but he always felt he maintained a fairly low profile on the vast majority of his jobs. He always made sure to keep the use of his powers to a minimum and ensuring that he tied up any and all loose ends before the job was done. His address wasn't exactly public information either. He rented out this apartment under a false name. He even paid cash instead of checks or cards. So how the heck did they find him? Clearly the Order had some impressive resources for them to be able to track him down.
Jirou crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the small apartment entryway.
"I see. I'm guessing time is of the essence then, isn't it?" Jirou reached over and grabbed his leather jacket and fedora from the coat rack. "Where do we begin?"
As Jirou pulled into the parking lot, he waved the valet off. He had no intention of staying in Leyla's presence for much longer. She was interesting and attractive, but Jirou wasn't about to become one of her latest conquests and he still didn't want to know why she had so many sets of men's clothes at her place.
He accepted the card and slid it into his back pocket. As Leyla made her way into the hotel, he called out to her.
"By the way, I would have won that last hand. Though I'm sure you already knew that." he smirked as he threw the car into first gear and left.
The news these days was depressing as hell. Countless assaults on mutants by human supremacists, dozens of rogue mutant gangs were committing unspeakable acts of violence and theft against the defenseless human populace, and gas prices were still on the rise with no ending in sight. The only bright side to it all was that the increase in societal chaos meant business was good. He was having to turn clients away just to have a couple days off, and even then he somehow ended up working!
He eyed the backpack full of cash from a couple nights ago. That had been one heck of a night. He made a mental note to avoid dealing with sociopathic femme fatales on a consistent basis. It wasn't good for a person's health.
The buzzing of his phone broke his thoughts of dangerous women. He didn't bother to check the number. He never checked the number. The conversation that followed put a serious damper on his mood. The client stated she was on her way to meet with him personally to discuss a job that needed to be done immediately and that the details would be discussed upon her arrival.
What struck him as odd was that she was intent on meeting him at his place. He'd never had a client request to meet him at his own place of residence before, especially in person. What really perked Jirou's curiosity was how abruptly she had hung up before he could give her directions. Whoever this particular new client was, they knew an awful lot about him already, and he wasn't ok with that.
He set about cleaning up his appearance, and apartment for that matter. He donned a pair of fashionable jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black vest he'd gotten as a gift from a friend; if you could call her that. He looked around for his side arm. It wasn't in it's usual place, which was weird. Instead of it being squirreled away in it's case under the sofa, it was sitting in his bedroom nightstand. How it got there was a mystery for a later date.
He checked the weapon over and loaded a fresh magazine, just as there was a knock at the door. He chambered a round and opened the door for her, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her into his apartment before closing the door. The barrel of his .45 was leveled squarely on her head.
"You know it's a very dangerous faux pas in this business to simply show up at a person's door offering them a job, especially when that person has no idea how you figured out their address with out them telling you." He was clearly a bit miffed. "I suggest you explain how you knew where to find me."
"You're probably right. He didn't seem like the type to really have much going on upstairs anyway." Odds were, once he discovered the bodies strewn about the building, he'd go into a panic and call the cops or an ambulance. Eventually the police would find some sort of incriminating documents and write it off as nothing more than a simple spat of gang warfare.
He hopped into the driver's seat and brought the Omega to life before setting off in the direction of Leyla's apartment.
Nobody would care about a few dead criminals and a stripper.
Jirou's hands clenched the wheel a little tighter as he thought about the innocent woman that had died because of Leyla and her over eagerness to kill. He hated having to deal with collateral damage, especially women. Human instinct was a pain.
He took the first exit he could find out of Jersey and back to NYC. God did he hate Jersey.
So the black widow's hunger for blood was already satiated? That was somewhat reassuring to know. He wasn't really in the mood to stay out all night on a killing spree, especially when those that would have been targeted had nothing to do with anything that had happened previously in the night.
With revenge now behind him, Jirou made his way towards the buildings exit. He wanted to get as far away from Jersey as he could, and he wanted nothing more than to get home, park his car, and go to bed.
The sudden click of a weapon being cocked might as well have been an actual gunshot itself. The distinct sound of the hammer being pulled back caught Jirou's attention like a slap to the face. He kicked himself for not checking the rooms corners when they made their way in.
Following in line with Noel, Jirou turned his body to face their second host. He made sure to keep the barrel of his .45 leveled on the man behind the desk.
"What I want my dear is for you to let that woman go and for your friend to drop that pistol of his on the ground." He aimed his weapon, a rather large revolver, at Noel.
"I'm afraid I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." a puzzled frown fell across the man in the blue sport's jacket. "It means no." The devilish smirk that he had when speaking to the man behind the desk had instantly vanished, and was now replaced with an emotionless and uncaring poker face.
"I suggest you do as I say, unless you want your friend here carried out in a body bag."A wicked grin crawled across the man's face as he menacingly pointed his revolver at Noel.
This was amusing to Jirou. This man obviously thought he held all the cards, just because he was pointing a weapon at a woman. He was making a serious mistake. Jirou could empty half of his magazine before their mysterious guest chambered a second round.
"What makes you think I care?" Jirou flicked the safety off of his pistol as he attempted to drive the point home, still keeping it pointed at the man behind the desk. "Do you think that just because you're pointing a revolver, which is a terrible choice I might add, at a woman that I'm going to just roll over like a dog?" Jirou shook his head in disbelief.
"The way I see it, you've only got one shot with that revolver of yours before either of us fills you full of lead, which means you have only a couple options here. Option A; You shoot my partner, I shoot you. I squeeze Shakes McGee behind the desk for information and go home happy. Option B; You try to shoot me, my partner shoots you, afterwords she interrogates our friend and leaves happy. Option C; You drop your weapon and sit there like a good boy. Personally, I like option C."
The color quickly ran from the man's face as he realized how precarious his situation was. He looked from Noel to Jirou, then from his heavy revolver to Jirou's sleek .45.
"What if I just shoot him?" he nodded towards the man behind the desk. "If I kill him, you lose whatever it is you came her for." Jirou detected an obvious hint of desperation in the man's voice, meanwhile the man sitting behind the desk was already sweating profusely. He'd probably soil himself at the first sign of trouble assuming he hadn't already.
"If you want to shoot him, go right ahead. I'll just shoot you in the arm and interrogate you instead. I really couldn't care less. I'm fairly certain you have a pretty good idea of what's going on here, so either way I'll leave here with whatever information I came here for."
Wisely, the man on the couch let the hammer forward slowly and slid the weapon Jirou's way.
"Good boy. Now, which one of you two ladies is Frank?"
Have you ever noticed that odd sensation, you know the one that comes over you in the middle of a fight? Where everything seems to be going in slow motion at first, before suddenly fast forwarding to catch up with real time? We have no control over it and we are simply along for the ride. Our conscious minds have no control over ourselves, though our subconscious continuous to run at full speed. At first, our body acts on pure survival instinct, though after years of experience muscle memory begins to replace that instinct.
Right now, Jirou's body was acting completely of it's own accord as he fought. He paid no attention to Leyla and her little gunfight with the third opponent, keeping his attention and focus on the two before him. The man who's knee he had crippled crawled towards his weapon, a pistol which had fallen to the floor. As he reached for the pistol with his right arm, Jirou brought his foot up high into the air before driving his heel down onto his opponents left elbow, which had been bent at a 90 degree angle to support him as he crawled. The impact from the forceful ax kick dislocated his elbow and drove his forearm into his wrist like a hammer striking a wood splitting wedge.
That would keep him out of the picture until Leyla decided to deal with him.
The second man tried to get up from the chair, but Jirou was two steps ahead of him. He reached into his pockets, gripping and charging another pair of cards. He proceeded to hurl them at the last remaining target, striking him one at a time to the chest in a constant and rhythmic pattern. His target struggled to get to his feet, but the second his backside left the chair, it was immediately flung back into it.
Jirou threw a couple more cards before closing the distance and delivering a full powered spinning back kick to the man's lower jaw, which sent him careening over the side of the chair and onto the floor. Jirou stood facing Leyla for a second. His expression was cold and emotionless, a far cry more dangerous from what it had been during their poker game.
He stepped towards the woman lying on the ground. She had already lost a severe amount of blood, and from the looks of it, it had been a shot to the liver. She would be dead in a matter of moments and would never make it to a hospital in time.
He looked around and spotted the coat she had probably worn on the way there. He reached up, grabbed it and draped it over her torso. There was no reason to make her suffer death completely naked.
Jirou was many things, but he wasn't a monster, nor was he cruel to those who were innocent and suffering. She was in pain, scared, and was crying. Jirou did his best to comfort her as Leyla continued with the clean up. He brushed a strand of hair out of the poor girl's face. Her skin was cold and clammy to the touch. She didn't have long now.
"Sssshhhh..." he cooed soothingly as he tried to calm her. The woman's sobs began to slow to nothing more than whimpers, before there was silence and she was still. Jirou reached up and closed her eyes before standing and waiting by the door, his back turned to Leyla as she worked. He didn't want to watch her have fun. It wasn't his cup of tea.
According to Murphy's law, "Anything that can go wrong, will." In Jirou's experience this law was most certainly true, except he preferred Finagle's variant of "Anthing that can go wrong, will and at the worst possible moment." That moment happened to be now.
When dealing with murderous sociopath's like Leyla, it was always important to brace yourself for the moment they went off the handle and did something completely half cocked and dangerous. He distinctly remembered telling Leyla to simply kick open the door, not to suddenly open fire on every single person within. He didn't say "Kick down the door and shoot the first person you see." he'd told her to simply kick it open and that he would toss in a card, stun them and THEN they would set about eliminating the other thugs that happened to be in the building.
Now, because of Leyla's carelessness they had a half naked woman lying on the ground, slowly bleeding to death through a hole in her stomach, and three obviously perturbed mobsters reaching for weapons.
The Asian sell sword cursed loudly at the sight of the dying woman. He hated having to deal with collateral damage, especially women. It always made things more complicated. Oh how he loved it when a plan started to fall apart.
Jirou threw the two cards he had been charging at the two men directly on his left. Both cards arced across the room and collided with their intended targets. The first struck one of the men in the knee, sending him directly to the ground howling in pain. His knee was probably broken now. The second card hit the other man in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and doubling him over.
In an impressive burst of agility, Jirou charged into the room, straight for the second target and delivered a powerful knee to the man's face. As he was stood straight up by the force of the blow, Jirou buried his right hand below his opponent's sternum, again driving what ever air he had tried to regain back out of the man's lungs with a forceful punch which sent him stumbling back into the chair behind him.
So far so good. Hopefully Leyla would be able to finish them all off while he kept them occupied.
If there was one thing worse than having a gigantic, yellow, gorilla armed mutant bearing down on you, Jirou had just found it. Rather, it looked like it had found him. Now under normal circumstances, he'd have no problem with having a python or any other snake crawling around on him, but given the circumstances as they were, he was less than thrilled about having a snake coiling around his arm, which was coincidentally attached to a green woman's head.
Boy what a great day this was turning out to be.
He also didn't need to be told twice that it was time to am scray out of there. He didn't want to think of what would happen to him if that big yellow brute got it's gnarled hands on him.
Scrambling to his feet like a cat on linoleum flooring, Jirou grabbed the green haired mutant by the shirt sleeve, and by extension snake...hair...thing, and took off in a mad dash sprint across the street, dodging and weaving moving and parked cars as they entered another alley way, darting left and right like a rat in a maze, except in this maze there was no cheese and there was a rapid mutant wolverine chasing after them.
They knocked over trash cans, crates, boxes, and whatever else they could to try and slow down their pursuer, who simply burst through the clutter as if it were confetti. Whatever this thing was, it was dead set on catching them, and it was clearly enjoying the chase. The endless stream of nursery school rhymes were also creepy as hell.
