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.
Have you ever woken up one morning, looked over at the alarm clock on your nightstand, and already knew that the day was not going to end well? What did you do? Did you say to yourself "To hell with it, I'm going to kick today square in the butt and to hell with remembering names!" or did you just roll over and go back to sleep?
Jirou was seriously wishing he had just gone back to sleep right about now.
The day had been going so well too. He'd grabbed a nice cup of coffee, had a nice old fashioned New York style hot dog, and was just enjoying the beautiful New York city day. He even decided to go for a walk around town, just for the heck of it!
That nice day of his suddenly came to a crashing halt the second a green skinned mutant lady came barreling out of an alley and knocked him off of his feet. Both he and the the girl tumbled to the ground in a heap of flailing appendages. An incoherent string of less than polite Japanese and English escaped his person as he tried to make sense of what the hell had just happened.
King Kong's mutated, and seemingly less than friendly, cousin probably had something to do with it. It looked like it had been playing bloody knuckles with a wall while the high pitched cackled really added to the peculiarity of the situation.
"Why do I get the feeling that if I choose the easy way out, I'll have to deal with you pouting the whole way back to your place?" He returned the smile, though in his head Jirou was not at all looking forward to participating in a midnight massacre in Jersey City.
Besides, even if he did choose to go for the easy route, Leyla would probably storm off to go on a rampage by herself and would probable end up dead because of it. Jirou was many things and it wasn't uncommon for him to ditch his partners when ever it best suited his own interests, but when it came to women he wasn't quite so willing to let them go alone. Call it a sense of honor or chivalry, or call it him just being a sucker for a cute girl, he couldn't bring himself to let women get in over their heads. Not even sociopathic femme fatals.
Right now, Leyla was probably about to walk into a situation that neither of them was fully prepared to undertake. Breaking into a hideout and taking down a single target was one thing, but snooping around a building just for the sole purpose of going on a killing spree was an entirely different animal. He knew Leyla was fully capable of handling herself, the expert way she handled a knife had left behind more than enough evidence to support that, but what he wasn't so sure of was how many enemies she could handle at once. She only had a pistol with a single magazine and a knife. Plenty to take down a couple targets provided you knew how to actually use them properly, and also assuming that whoever they ran into didn't have anything bigger either.
Jirou fished out a couple cards from his pockets in each hand and began to charge them. As powerful as the explosions were, Jirou knew they were not quite sufficient enough to kill anybody. Disorient and knock out, yes. Outright kill, no. He'd have to rely on Leyla to handle clean up.
"You kick down the door, and I'll administer the shock and awe. After that, the cat's out of the bag"
As Leyla indulged in her sadistic pleasures, Jirou couldn't help but think back to their little game from earlier that evening. She had been prying at his past in an attempt to gain some sort of advantage during their game. Now Jirou found himself starting to wonder about Leyla's past. What had caused her to be so callous and merciless?
"If we're finished here, then we should get going." he checked the hallway. Still no sign of the thug from earlier. "It's getting late, and I can't stand to be in Jersey all night."
The pure overconfidence of this man was ridiculous. It was no wonder Jirou and Leyla had cleaned his clock at the poker table earlier that night. Jirou cast a glare of warning at him as he stood up from his cushy office chair while his temper flared violently.
"What makes you think we give a damn about what you're involved in?" Jirou's tone was cold and emotionless, and the words snapped from his lips like the crack of a whip. "This has nothing to do with your own personal capital ventures, or your underworld dealings. This is about you and your pathetic attempt to have us killed. You made the mistake of crossing our bad side first. We're simply here to settle the score with you."
Jirou walked towards Chuzhoi again, the bodyguard that lay on the floor was completely quiet now and had stopped breathing minutes ago. The Asian merc stood behind the Russian mobster and grasped him by the shoulders and kicked his seat back underneath him, forcing him to sit once more. A cry of shock escaped his fat mouth before Jirou continued.
"You talk pretty tough for a middle aged man with a pistol aimed squarely at his chest." he patted Chuzhoi on the shoulders before stepping over to the body lying on the ground, which he rolled onto its back with his foot.
"Besides, what makes you think you'll be around to hire anybody to take us out? You don't know who we are, nor do you know where we're from." He looked down at the dead man's blank expression for a few minutes before turning back to Chuzhoi "What makes you think we won't be able to find where your family lives?" He was bluffing of course, he would never target an adversary's family, but the threat was always effective.
Chuzhoi's red faced complexion quickly faded and returned to the pale almost deathlike complexion it held when they had first arrived. "You would not dare!"
Jirou's emotionless and intimidating stare never left Chuzhoi's eyes. "I just crushed your body guard's wind pipe right in front of you without hesitation, and you're questioning whether or not I would kill your family?" Another bluff, but Chuzhoi was too stupid to realize it. Jirou was a professional card player. Bluffing was one of his strongest skills.
Moving towards Leyla, he nodded towards the Russian as if to tell her to get on with it. He leaned out the door to listen and see if anybody else was coming to join the party. So far nobody had decided to stop by, and the man from earlier was nowhere to be seen.
Noel certainly didn't waste time when it came to getting down to business, and she was very blunt in her approach to questioning the waitress. He watched the waitress's stance chance from one of irritation and impatience to one of caution and defense. She knew something, and she clearly realized how precarious her situation was.
When his partner suddenly grasped the ginger haired waitress by the mouth, his senses went on high alert, while a "Holy ****" expression filled his face. He stifled a laugh as he moved to open the door for Noel and their contact. It was the look of shock and and raw fury that burned from the waitress's eyes that he found amusing. He really wished he'd brought a video camera just for that moment.
He placed his free hand inside his leather jacket, grasping the the .45's hand grip, as he opened the office door. He stood off to the side and allowed Noel and Brittany inside, before closing the door behind them.
They were also not alone in the office. A dark haired man in a button dress shirt, who Jirou assumed was Frank, had a look of bewilderment on his face at the sight of them. The first thing he noticed was Noel holding Brittany by the mouth to keep her quiet, but the second and most important thing he noticed was the black barrel of a .45 leveled squarely on his person.
He wisely did his best to remain calm. "What can I do for you two today?"
Jirou slowly lowered the pistol to his side before he spoke. "We have a few questions for you, as well as Brittany here. We'd appreciate your cooperation in a matter." He nodded to Noel "You're up 'partner'."
As Leyla worked her magic on the Russian thug, a grin slowly made it's way across his face. While he wasn't still one-hundred percent sure how her power worked, the stupid ecstasy induced coma across his face told Jirou enough to have a basic idea. He nodded his head in affirmation and they proceeded to find the man that had tried to have them both killed.
As they made their way through the office, he leaned over and whispered to Leyla "Nice job back there. You're power's not too shabby either." he had to admit, they had been working remarkably well together, though he still wasn't about to let his guard down.
He could hear boisterous laughter coming from what looked to be the main office. The frosted glass windows of the office room matched those on the doors around the building. While aesthetically they were a nice retro touch, tonight they were a deadly detriment to their prey. The lack of lighting in the harbor office forced Jirou and Leyla to approach carefully, so as not to tip over a trash bin or bump into a chair, but the bright yellow glow emanating from the head office room guided them towards their target. He wouldn't even see them coming.
Jirou extended his arm outwards, signaling for them to stop. He looked at his partner, giving a reassuring nod and then motioning towards the pistol in her purse which she had stolen earlier that evening before turning his attention back to the office room. He listened carefully to try and figure out how many people to prepare for. The light from the office against the frosted glass cast blurry shadows of the room's contents. I could make out a few plants and a desk, and what looked to be two other occupants in the room, laughing and conversing with somebody on their cellphone.
Walking up to the door, he casually knocked before flashing Leyla a Cheshire sized grin. He heard the same familiar voice from the earlier phone call say something in Russian, which Jirou could only assume meant "Come in." Without wasting anytime, Jirou strolled through the office door.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I never thought I'd see you again after our friendly little game." he exclaimed with a catlike grin. There before them sat the disgruntled fat man from their game earlier that night, with a much more leaner henchman standing next to him. The fat man's skin and his face suddenly grew pale as the blood drained away, while his knuckles turned white as he clutched the phone in his hand. He pointed at Jirou and Leyla, his mouth agape, though no sound came out.
Jirou strolled up to the corner of the desk and immediately struck the mob-boss's would be bodyguard in the throat, dropping him to his knees as he clutched his now crushed wind pipe, but before he even touched the ground, Jirou grabbed the man by the back of the head and delivered a powerful knee to the henchman's jaw, the sound of chipped teeth and choking breaths were all that escaped the mans mouth as he fell to the floor, clutching his throat. Jirou casually took a seat on the corner of the man's desk, a foot resting on the grounded thugs face.
"What's the matter? I thought you'd be happy to see us again. You sounded so happy over the phone. Oh... You must have been expecting somebody else, am I right?" Jirou pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket and began to shuffle them in front of the fat man. "Sadly, you're friends won't be able to join us for this game, but that means more fun for you."
Jirou looked over his shoulder at Leyla and then back to their target. "I'm sure you remember my partner in crime, don't you?",Jirou stopped shuffling, stood up, and pivoted on his right foot, grinding his heel into the still choking Russian's face as he stood next to the portly Russian, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. "Now don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. I just thought I'd stop by to make sure we don't have another issue like that again, ok?" He turned and stood next to Leyla, making sure to step on the maimed Russian's face once more for good measure. "I can't say the same for her, though."
Jirou smirked. "Have you met a typical Jersey woman? They are impossible to shut up." They pressed on, walking along the sidewalks arm in arm. It was a strange feeling having a woman on his arm, and felt a bit awkward to Jirou. He seldom went on dates, mostly because his lifestyle didn't typically make for good dinner conversation, so it was a new experience for the Asian mercenary.
He had intentionally parked a couple blocks away. Firstly, to ensure they would not arouse suspicion,and secondly to make certain no harm befell his car. The distance from their destination to their transport wasn't far, he could easily cover it in a dead sprint in no time. He only hoped that Leyla would be able to keep up if they had to bail.
The address belonged to an old harbor office. The stereotypical kind you see in every Hollywood blockbuster. Jirou and Leyla walked slowly, feigning interest in each other as they hid in plain site to stake out the building.
There was only one entrance at the front of the building, a single orange light hung above it. There might have been a couple doors along the side, but in the terrible lighting it was difficult to tell. The two of them passed the front door, the frosted glass window obscured their view to the inside, though from the lighting, it didn't seem like there was anybody on the other side. The man would be expecting friendly company, which meant his guard was probably down.
Jirou looked around for any sort of surveillance equipment, but could find none. This was going fairly easily, but Jirou was not about to let his own guard down so easily. He tried the door knob first. Completely unlocked.
"You have got to be kidding me." he opened the door slowly, and gingerly. The last thing he wanted was for a squeaky door to alert their target that he had visitors, friendly or otherwise. He stepped through the doorway and motioned for Leyla to follow him inside. They could hear footsteps approaching them from around the corner. Jirou couldn't risk using his abilities at this point. It would draw too much attention to them, and would probably scare away their prey. Thinking quickly, Jirou rounded the corner, intentionally bumping into the source of the footsteps.
"Oh, thank god we ran into somebody. You wouldn't happen to have a phone around here would you? Our car broke down a couple streets over and we've been trying to find a place to call from."
Much like the two Russian's from before, this one was also just as big and burly, except instead of a beard or being clean shaven, this one possessed a well trimmed mustache with long black hair. His accent was just as thick as the others, though he seemed a bit slow.
"Why you come here for phone? You know who run place here? You go now..." Jirou turned to Leyla and motioned for her to come over, before turning back to the burly Russian.
"Please, could we just use the phone, it won't take us long. We just need to call a wrecker."
"You might know the place. It's just on the other side of the Holland, over in Jersey..." he said the last part as if he had just tasted something foul and sour. If there was one thing this full blooded New Yorker couldn't stand, it was freaking Jersey. He pulled out of the Tribeca's main entrance and headed towards the Holland Tunnel, taking Church St to 78.
"The place we're heading to is located at the waterfront more specifically. This time of night it's fairly quiet, but that doesn't mean we should simply kick the door down, obviously." he couldn't believe how this was all going down in his own backyard.
They passed through the tunnel and made their way along the edge of the Hudson before Jirou pulled off onto a well lit side street near the supposed "Historic" area of Jersey City. God how he hated Jersey.
He got out of the 73 classic and locked the door before opening the passenger's door for Leyla. "The place is just a few blocks away, right on the edge of the Hudson. It's a middle upper class community, so we should fit in pretty well. Just stay close and let's say hello."
He offered his elbow for her to clasp. "It'll help if we try and blend in with the couples that might be walking around."
First she compliments him during the poker game, then she compliments his appearance, and now a compliment on his mutant ability? He had a feeling such a thing was a rarity with this woman, judging by the way he had seen her treat everybody else they had come across. He wisely chose to accept the compliment with a bit of humility and respect.
"I appreciate the compliment. It's not often I'm complimented on it." He mentally reminded himself to be careful with this one. He still didn't have a good grasp of what her ability was yet, though he was sure whatever it was he was certain she would be able to use it about as lethally as a knife.
He walked out into the lobby and smiled at the site of his car. She was still in one piece. As Laurent exited the car, Jirou immediately snatched the keys from him and hopped into the drivers seat and restarted the 73 Omega, waiting for Leyla to get in. It was time to get back to business.
The woman that their waitress had mentioned earlier had not been hard to miss. Her fiery red hair stuck out like a match in a dimly lit room, and the tattoo on her chest certainly drew one's attention as well, though for different reasons. It had probably paid for itself by now thanks to generous tippers.
The waitress rolled her eyes and finished tying her apron. "This way." she muttered with discontent. She was obviously not happy being a chauffeur, which made sense. If she was chauffeuring, then she wasn't waiting table, which meant she wasn't earning tips. Jirou and Noel followed her through the kitchen and into the back office area of the club. The place was certainly more spacious on the inside than the exterior conveyed.
Jirou placed his hands in his jacket pockets, opening a couple packs of cards in preparation. He had walked into this mission blind, but he was not about to walk into some drug lord's domain unprepared. He looked over at Noel as they followed. She was a hard one to read, but he'd dealt with more dangerous femme fatales before. She'd already revealed a significant portion of her hand, while Jirou still held his trump card. The only questions now, were; what was the rest of her hand, and what would did that mean for Jirou?
He filed those thoughts away for now. He'd cross that bridge when he got there, and returned to looking forward as they followed. Again, he'd let her lead while he played the part of the hired muscle. He'd keep his hand hidden for now.
Jirou couldn't help but smile when she asked him if he needed to borrow anything else. "My talents extend to more than just playing cards. Pens, rocks, you name it. I can detonate it."
He threw his jacket on over his new clothes and pulled out a couple decks of cards. "Besides, I like to stay stocked up." he motioned towards the door and made his way towards the elevator.
"I suppose we could stake the place out, though we shouldnt keep our friend waiting too long. He'll be expecting his money."
Jirou was impressed with her. Even in a sweatshirt and dress pants, she could probably walk into a crowded room and turn every head without lifting a single finger. He wasn't ashamed to admit he'd probably be one of the first to look, provided there weren't any sharp objects in the immediate vicinity.
"Thanks for the clothes, by the way. I normally don't wear fancy threads like these, though I have a feeling the seventeen grand I won tonight isn't going to last very long."
He smiled as she looked him over. He wasn't ashamed of his appearance, nor was she concerned about him noticing her wandering eye. Though given the fact that this woman was the pure embodiment of a black widow spider, he made a mental note not to let himself not get too involved with her. After tonight he'd have to take careful steps sever his ties to her. He had a feeling the previous owners of these clothes wouldn't be needing them anytime soon.
"Just got off the phone with our friend. I'm guessing he wants to personally thank those two for taking care of us and to collect his money. Should we give him a surprise visit?"
Jirou graciously accepted the change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom, figuring it would be better for his health if he change someplace where he couldn't inadvertently witness Leyla changing. He'd seen what happened to people who offended her. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he saw more than she was willing to allow him too.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and quickly set about changing into the new set of clothes. He first tried on the pants, which fit quite nicely. They were a bit larger in the waist, but his belt would remedy that. The white shirt and black vest fit his athletic frame perfectly. At least she had an interest in men of with his build. He took a moment to look himself over in the bathroom mirror. He had to admit, he looked good in a shirt and vest. The addition of his ever present black fedora further improved the image. He looked like the professional poker players from back in the western saloon days. He'd have to invest in a new wardrobe.
With his new look completed, he carefully folded the bloodied pants up with the red stained fabric facing inward to prevent it from getting on anything. The last thing he wanted was to leave a mess in this lady's place.
Jirou opened the door to the bathroom and stood back in the entryway. From there, he heard the Russian's pager buzz frantically in his jacket pocket. He retrieved the pager and examined the previous call. Reaching into his jacket, he fished around and removed his cell phone and dialed the number. On the other side, he heard an eager and frantic voice speaking in an inquisitive tone. He spoke in Russian, but Jirou could tell the other man was only inquiring as to the outcome of the two henchman's mission.
"Dah." Jirou answered, trying his best to mimic the Russian's thick accent. He heard a boisterous laugh of approval on the other end of the line, before he began to speak again and soon rattled off an address, which Jirou committed to memory. Hopefully they would find the moron that had tried to have them killed there. Jirou ended the call and pocketed his cell phone, while the pager he tossed into a garbage can.
Jirou stood on the tiled entry way, doing as he was told to not sit on anything. It was a nice penthouse. Not exactly inline with his tastes, but it was still fashionable. He looked down at his stained pants leg, and then at his shirt. He'd chosen to dress rather plainly that evening, and judging by Leyla's taste in fashion, he doubted she would have anything that would match his current apparel.
"Might as well set me up with a shirt and vest as well. I'm doubting you have any jeans in this place."
His eyes danced around the apartment. It didn't look very lived in, but when you were paying top dollar for a penthouse suite he figured that was part of the appeal.
