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.
The mansion grounds hadn’t changed much over the years for him it was only one but the rest of the grounds a few years had passed. Sure some of the hedges were different but the trees were the same. The shifter still had his favorite roosting tree a small oak with a few branches making it possible to climb a certain height before a large gap only a few could make to the limb Carrick was currently tuning his guitar in.
Sunlight poked out from the leaves above and dotted his jeans. Carrick hummed to the tune of each string. His leg dangled off the limb he was sitting on his wings resting against the trunk while his tail flicked behind him. He was in his element.
The breeze buffered his large golden wings causing them to ruffle up slightly. Carrick looked over his shoulder, ”We just flew, and we will fly again later.” His fingers danced on the guitar string as he debated what song he should practice. He had a few jobs coming up that weren’t difficult but easy to mess up on.
Before he realized it though his fingers started to do their own thing. It took a moment for Carrick to join in with the words. ”Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man. though my mind could think, ‘still was a mad man. I ‘ear the voices when I’m dreaming. I can hear ‘em say…”
What originally attracted her attention was movement. Something dangling, slowly listing from side to side, and in a tree of all places.
Though she was new to the school and hadn't even begun to familiarize herself with the grounds, that hadn't stopped her from wandering off on her own when a fluttering butterfly grabbed her focus, and now here she was. Hunched in a small bush with her ears back, slowly edging toward the flicking mystery object while the intent to pouch, monch, and kill slowly built up inside of her.
Her pupils were huge, ears perk and oriented in the direction her target was, and though she could head someone singing and music playing, it didn't matter. The small black cat made her break for it, sprinting across the grass like a silent black shadow and scaling the tree quickly. The sounds of her ascent were audible if you had sharp enough hearing, what with the scratching of claws on bark as she lifted her small body up.
SO close! She was so close to catching it! Just... a little... further!
CHOMP!
Her claws dug into the wood and she sat there, holding her prey firmly between her teeth, refusing to let go. It appeared to be attached to something, which in retrospect was... um... obvious, but she had already committed to the hunt so she refused to give up yet. Out from her little maw came not a yowl or a growl, but a very human and girlish-
Despite him strumming on the strings his ears twitched slightly detecting a different sound. To him it almost sounded like a squirrel or in his other forms, a snack. His stomach growled slightly and he ignored it. It took him a while to stop eating bird seed he didn’t want anymore weird habits with eating he had enough due to the other two forms.
Carrick however wasn’t ready for what had happened in fact when he felt the intense pressure on his tail his hand gripped less than one of the strings of the guitar causing it to break. He let out a loud roar one that could be heard from miles around, another aspect of his mutation. Whoever bit his tail should not have been expecting a lion like roar. Half the time Carrick forgot what he was capable of.
His tail hurt, pain went through his entire body. Carrick wasn’t ready for it the amount of nerve endings on his tail was something else he had a tendency to forget. It’d be a long time till he forgot again. His guitar dropped out of the tree and clattered to the ground with a dull thud.
>>>>"Mine!"
He fell backwards out of the tree; his wings snapped open before he hit the ground softening his fall. ”Like hell it is!” his anger swelled. His tail hurt, his pupils started to dilate his iris became slits and he felt the skin on his face pull. His body started to go into fight or flight mode and he didn’t want to. He growled loudly at the… black cat holding his tail as he fought the urge to shift. It was the bad kind of shift one that made people afraid of him.
Instincts were a funny thing. On one hand, they can potentially save your life when things go south. Alert you to danger, help you figure out what to do in serious situations, tell you not to eat weird mushroom growing at the base of trees, etc. On the other, they were also responsible for a lot of the dumb things people tended to do all the time, too. Instinct also constantly told people that the yummy looking orange and red berries on mystery bushes were fine to eat, and, in Hiyori's case, that the wiggling furry appendage dangling in a tree was prime prey. Pounce, it had said. Bite and don't let go.
Instinct was a double-edged sword and sometimes she really hated how much control it had over her life.
Her newly caught prey released a roar like a giant wild beast and her ears instantly flattened against her skull. Whatever she had just caught wasn't happy that she had munched on it and sounded scarily big.
The tail moved, she hadn't released her jaws yet so she ended up scrabbling her claws at the bark as if she could hold her ground but was easily pulled from the tree. She landed with feline grace on all four paws, tail still tucked in her mouth, and immediately hunched into ball.
The furry creature she had caught belonged to a boy. A boy who looked pretty pissed and seemed to be in quite a bit of pain. Still, despite the pain, he had said please.
Forcing her own jaw open she dropped the tail and zipped away toward the base of the tree. It made great cover considering her size and allowed her to poke her head back out to stare at him with wide yellow eyes.
Guilty eyes.
Do-not-eat-me eyes.
"... Apologies," She didn't budge from her hiding spot where she had hunkered down, unmoving. "It was too hard to resist...pouncing."[/color]
Hyori's eyes briefly fell back to the tail, pupils dilating again and she couldn't resist a predatory butt wiggle. Thankfully she was able to drag her attention away before she got in further trouble, and focused on the fallen guitar instead.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you to break it." There was an accent there, hidden within very well-practiced English. It was clearly not her first language.
His throat released a low growl and he threw a hand on his throat to try and silence it. ‘Fight’ he shut his eyes for a second and winced glad she had let go. She was tiny, his stomach growled. Both forms probably wouldn’t think twice about eating her. However Carrick did not want to eat the cat. Yell at it sure but not eat it.
Carrick let go of his throat after a few breaths and the growling stopped. He grabbed his tail and looked at it when she apologized. Gingerly holding it and trying to straighten out his little tuft of hair at the end he scoffed wondering why everyone was surprised he never liked cats. They always attacked him, always.
”It’s fine.” Carrick said patting his tail, which seemed to react to each pat. ”We’re okay, nothing’s broken.” he said before realizing she meant his guitar. Carrick’s mismatched colored eyes looked back to the talking cat and then followed her gaze to his guitar. ”Ah, come on! I just bought it!” he said more upset than angry. He bolted over to it, his wings and tail quickly behind him.
”I can never have nice things. Never!” Carrick said slowly picking up the guitar and holding it like a fallen comrade. ”We were gonna make such great music together, shhhh… it’s alright… go to the light… I’ll never forget the time we fell out of a tree together…” he said now trying to add to the guilt the talking cat already had. Was he upset he had to try and replace it? Yes. Was he being overly dramatic to make the situation seem far worse? Absolutely.
Carrick finished his scene by hugging the body as the neck fell backwards causing the strings to give out one last cry.
Were... were all American's this dramatic? Ah, but wait, was there dialect there that her ears were picking up? Perhaps he was also foreign in the land of Hamburger and Pizza?
The cat edged out a little more to track him as he moved, craning her neck and ears without budging her feet. She caught herself staring at his tail again and her tails flapped around excitedly.
"Your instrument is quite broken. I would offer to fix it, but I have nothing of monetary value." Alas, they didn't make cat pants with wallet pockets, and even if they did she didn't have thumbs to get money out of it.
She also didn't have money. Her aunt made sure to keep the power on and food in the fridge, but whatever remained after mysteriously seemed to disappear for various reasons.
"Is... it repairable?"
His tail seemingly had a life of its own, which was not uncommon. Her tails tended to flop around without her putting much thought into it as well. But, it was just so enticing when it was a tail that was not attached to her own rear.
Her eyes followed its movement back and forth, and if she had been able to see herself from the outside she would have remarked about how much she resembled an old fashioned Kit-cat Klock in that moment.
Her butt wiggled again, back legs tensing despite her human brain demanding everything to calm the hell back down.
His tail flicked angrily behind him as she spoke. Holding the guitar’s body with one hand and the neck with the other he tried to put it back on the body with no luck. ”Aye.” he said no longer playing the part of a widowed man who just lost an instrument. ”Happens when it falls from a tree.” he sat down holding the thing and studying it.
Never before had he had such a perfect broken neck on his guitar. It almost looked like the glue holding the thing together finally gave way. Carrick knew how to play them not build them. Though he should probably start learning how to fix them as often as he breaks them.
”No clue.” he said talking to the multi-tailed cat. ”Don’t sell yourself short. They used to make instruments out of cats. I’m sure you have some monetary worth.” he smirked. ”Not everyday someone runs into a talking cat.” each time he said cat there was a hint of venom in the word. He didn’t like them. Cats ate birds and in his mind he was more bird than anything else.
”Aye, trying to finish up at least. Failed a couple times here, hard to pass if you never went to class.” he said with a shrug. ”Take it you are as well?” he twanged the guitar strings and decided it be best if he removed them from the body and neck of his busted guitar.
She ducked even further behind the tree until just her eyes and ears were peeking around at him. That was certainly a threat if she had ever heard one.
"I am..." She ventured cautiously, watching him as he set about fiddling with his broken instrument. "I just transferred here."
Perhaps this was an instance where her human form was more viable than her feline body? Ducking away fully, it took only a moment for her to construct a body for herself and hide away within it.
When she peeked back around it was not a cat looking at him any longer. Thick, light blue hair in pigtails and fluffy bangs framed a pale face and large pale blue eyes were focused in his direction. Hiyori had fashioned her body a pale pink sweater and a pleated green skirt. Little loafer shoes and red ribbons tying up her hair completed the outfit. Hiyori sucked in a nervous, guilty breath, and stepped out from around the tree.
"I could always request an extra allowance from my family if need be, to pay you back for the trouble I have given you." She stepped as close as she dared, hands clasped lightly behind her back, as she tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
The shifter smirked when she dipped behind the tree again, his cords from his guitar twanged as he rolled them up around his hand and reluctantly placed them in his pocket knowing they’d twist and tie itself into a knot by the time he got back to his room to relocate them. Not as bad as headphones though. The guitar now in two halves he hefted the body in one hand and the neck in the other double checking everything for any more damage.
”Seems to be going around. You, me. Mansion even has a princess.” he said with a chuckle. He didn’t’ have any proof she was a princess but weirder things had happened. Like him talking to a cat with two tails and the cat talking back.
”Holy fek!” Carrick said as the woman with blue hair appeared instead of the cat. He dropped his guitar again and then shook his fists and looked up to the sky trying not to lose his cool again. ”I thought you were a cat?” Carrick asked grabbing the neck of the guitar and then the body. ”How about… no that’s a good idea… you should do that.” Carrick said agreeing with her. Could he afford it? Yes. She did however bite his tail so he was a little bitter about that.
”Carrick.” he said looking back over to her and standing. ”Japanese?” the shifter asked taking a guess of where she transferred from. Not many Americans had a name like Hiyori. ”Canadian.” Carrick said pointing to himself with a smirk.
"I am still a cat. I only look like a human currently."
She smiled at him as they seemed to reach an agreement about the guitar. "I should be able to get about $3000 yen and some coins...Do you have a way to exchange Yen to American?" There was a possibility that, even if she did really feel bad about his instrument, she was also taking waaaay too much joy in the fact that not many Americans knew conversion rates off the top of her head. She had already fooled a few with 1000 yen notes, when in reality that was just under 10 US dollars. She wasn't sure how expensive guitars were, anyway.
"Carricku?" She scrunched her nose, cleared her throat, and tried to adopt more of an American accent, "CarriCK." It was an absolute fail. She was still getting used to English, and every time it tumbled out of her mouth she stumbled over the r's and it sounded like some kind of mashup of 'Cariku' and 'cowlick'.
"Gomen'nasai...I am still practicing..."
She fidgeted with one of her long pigtails, "...Do you like it here? What is it like?"
>>>>"I am still a cat. I only look like a human currently."
Carrick eyed the cat who looked like a human. Had the shifter met any mutants that identiified as an animal? He had to think about it and then decided she was the first one who had. While he could turn into other forms he still thought of himself as human well maybe not. His Gryphon form had a big ego and thought it was better than everyone else. She was a cat. With access to money and from the sounds of things a lot of it.
The shifter’s smirk faded when she threw out a large number, ”I mean... hard to put a price on something like this. Family heirloom and all...” his tail flicked behind him as he toyed with her. ”and no, sadly I don’t I’m sure one of the teachers would be more than willing to help though...” he said a little hesitantly trying to play the part now.
”Not bad, though. Little practice and ya got it.” he said giving her a thumbs up before debating if he still wanted to keep messing with her. She seemed nicer than the princess which meant it might not be as fun to mess with her... might be. HE was still Carrick however.
”Cold.” he said trying to downplay his Irish accent. ”Always so cold and the pootine...” he shuddered. ”It’s alright, schools the only part I don’t like but other than that free room and board is nice.” he paused then pointed at her, ”So... illusion or?” he walked closer to her and was tempted to poke her. His finger hovered near her.
...oh. Family heirloom? That was... a lot less funny, actually. Being from a lineage with a host of heirlooms herself (even if she had no actual claim to them) she could certainly understand the importance of keeping them safe and unharmed.
Drat. Now she actually felt bad!
The expression on her human face fell flat as she lost concentration on keeping the illusion of human feeling up. "I must apologize again, then. I did not factor in that it might be some sort of familial relic with feelings attached. If you could give me some time I will make an effort to try and find someone to repair it fully in that case."[/color] The teal haired girl bowed at the waist slightly with her apology and offer, before straightening back up. A keen eye might have caught that it was more than a little mechanical, versus something you'd see from a normal body of flesh and blood.
But, the conversation moved on. "My sister and I live off-campus, so I am not familiar with the amenities here. However, I have explored a bit and it doesn't seem to be lacking in any particular fashion."
It took a moment for her eyes to lock on and track the movement of his hand, finger poised for poking.
"You can touch if you feel the need to. I am solid if that is what you are curious about." She waited to see what he would do; if indeed he did feel the need to verify that her body was real and not simply a trick of the eye he would discover that she was as solid as any person could be expected to be. Perhaps a bit harder, in fact. Her clothes and skin didn't have a normal squishy give that came with warm flesh. It was hard, and roughly the same temperature as the air around it.
After a moment of letting him sate his curiosity, Hiyori dispelled her human form. It vanished in a flurry of purple energy, and all that was left was a small black cat settling herself back down on the cold ground, yellow eyes half-lidded and watching Carrick calmly.
"Sometimes it pays to be able to fit in with those around me more so than it does to be... me." Her tails sways lazily behind her.[/font]
The shifter smirked when she bowed and apologized again. ”I mean, I got numbers of repair shops, broke others…. Never this one.” he pretended to study his guitar more, making a show of his tail and wings drooping slightly before returning his attention back to the ‘not’ a hologram girl.
”Oh?” Carrick asked curiously. ”They got a bit of everything.” he agreed while his curiosity built till she gave him the green light. He was going to poke her anyways, now that he had permission to do he felt less bad about testing her squishiness.
The shifter poked the young woman who was a cat and then stepped back after several pokes. ”Sorry,” his tail flicked behind him the one she was biting not too long ago, ”Like ya I’m part cat so… little more curious.”
Carrick laughed a little at her comment, ”Sure, I could see that but it also pays not to fit in. for those of us without much of a choice.” he turned to show off his wings and tail almost wiggling his butt. ”Kinda hard fer me to blend in.” he looked at the black cat that sat before him and noticed the two tails again. The purple energy appearing when the girl before him disappeared was a nice touch.
”So… were ya born a cat with two tails or….?” he was born a human and didn’t sprout his wings till a few years after that so he was curious if cats were going the same way as humans did.
"I don't mind curiosity. I am quite curious myself, in fact." Her large glossy eyes zeroed back in on his tail. Her pupils dilated predatorily. It took quite a bit of restraint to avoid chasing after the appendage again like it was a scurrying mouse. "I am more surprised by the cultural differences I suppose you could say. People here are much more curious about me."
She shifted to all fours before stretching her front legs out and flexing her toes. Her tails floofed and straightened, before gradually relaxing again. "I was born such as I am before you. I come from a very long line of foxes, actually. The running theory is that some kitty genes must have somewhere snuck in before I was born. They were all very surprised when I came about." Probably that the grandparent Himari had stayed with if she had any guesses.
"I am Nekomata. Youkai of legend, in the flesh." A little Cheshire grin worked its way onto her small face and a neat little set of white, sharp teeth appeared amidst the darkness of her fur. "Many still cling to the old beliefs in my country, and as such not many are willing to risk getting on my bad side for a few pets."
Her tails started mimicking the movement of his own tail, which she was still watching hawkishly.
>>>"I don't mind curiosity. I am quite curious myself, in fact."
”Oh good! Sure we’ll get along famously then.” he said with a smirk and then a shrug, ”Yeah, well… talking cats.” he said as he thought about it for a second. Maybe it wasn’t that weird he had to tear his skin off to turn into a being of legend. Or an ***hole.
”A cat born of foxes?” the shifter mimicked her stretch with one of her own. It was involuntary but the deep stretch reminded him he needed to do the same and his wings opened as he let out a yawn while stretching all of his limbs. ”Pretty weird.” he said. ”Which is fine. I like weird.” he didn’t mean it at an insult.
So a parent was a fox and her other one was a cat? He thought about it for a second, ”Makes sense. My mother was human and me Da was an ***hat their kid gets wings and a tail.” he smirked, ”Makes sense.” he said nodding his head.
>>>"I am Nekomata. Youkai of legend, in the flesh."
Carrick flashed his own pointed teeth and crouched down now wanting to pet the cat because she said not many people wanted to. ”Just played a game recently, thought Youkai were demons. Also.” Carrick smirked and puffed out his chest a bit, ”I know Neko means cat.”
”Well, it’s nice to meet another legend. Not many of us here.” he said smirking, ”Stop looking at me tail like that.” his eyes were locked onto the pair of hers that was mirroring his own.