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.
”Been trying to. Like flying into a storm!” Carrick said before he caught the rest. ”Flattered boyo. Gonna have to buy me a lot of pints.” Carrick jumped backward and threw his arms out avoiding someone who was drunk. Far too drunk to swing on him the way he did. Carrick watched as the guy face planted.
”Thanks mate! Why we do it.” he said as he held his guitar close to him making sure it would get out of here in one piece. The shifter moved towards Zek when a ball of light expelled someone from it. ”Heh, here in a flash.” the balls of light reminded him when he was in that body. Carrick suddenly remembered picking up stuff from the club that night and wondering if they were still balls of light.
”Mind making an exit?” Carrick asked juming forward avoiding two people that fell to the ground next to him. ”Prefer not buying a new guitar.” Carrick reached over to the nearest table and grabbed a beer and drank it while he followed Zek.
Zek released the guy who’d kinda kicked him right into the face of another person. At this rate, Zek wasn’t affording anyone the luxury of actually stopping to analyze if they were part of the melee or not. He was sooo done with this place. After all, it was only funny when other people got hurt and not when there was a chance he could be hurt.
But Birdman could banter! “Maybe I will!” he said as the guitar hero cradled his instrument. “I know a place, it’s a total dive but it has some decent olives! And they don’t mind fights there!” he said with a saucy grin. And at least some of what he said was even true!
In the flashes of light that erupted from his orbs, Zek caught glimpses of the action around him. He smacked an orb into a guy’s face to get him out of the way and threw the corresponding red orb somewhere behind him. “No problemo!” he shouted to the catbirdguy. “One Moses and the Red Sea comin’ right up!”
And then Zek went golden balls to the wall, or anyone or anything else in his way. It was like a silent Fourth of July display, as golden lights flashed from his hands, vanished people, only for red lights to flicker momentarily to disgorge their contents somewhere else. “Feel free to roar, or like, turn into a catbird or something,” Zek said behind his shoulder. “You know, something to help out.”
They were almost free of the scuffle, and yes, Zek remembered what it was like being the catbird and dangerous and stuff. And yes he knew it would probably be a dumb idea to unleash that in the crowded, dimly lit bar.
”Naw mate.” Carrick said as he spotted the red and golden orbs flying left and right. His eyes followed all the flashes making him want to chase every one. His tail flicked excitedly. Another table was clear and Carrick grabbed a pack of smokes and a lighter as he walked past and then another beer from another. The last table had a pair of sunglasses. He didn’t want to shift here. He’d need new clothes and he’d just loose the guitar. Wasn’t worth it.
”Alright maybe one.” Carrick said giddy with all the new stuff he just got. While he kept it close to Zek he turned slightly and inhaled and exhaled a loud lion’s roar behind him. Carrick didn’t normally like situations like this because he was more prone to shift when he was this excited. However, as much as he hated things that reminded him of home. This was something he had missed.
Someone grabbed his hand that was holding the guitar. ”Maybe two!” he let out a loud roar at the person that grabbed him and there knees went out from under them and let go. ”**** think ya pissed yerself mate. Sorry, happens to the best of us.”
The shifter waited till they were at the door before kicking it open and jumping out. His wings opened up a little behind him.
”Fek, that. What a ****show, eh?” He lowered his guitar and tilted his head down making the glasses ride to the point of his nose no long hiding the cat like slits his pupils became. ”Glad ya were there mate. Want a smoke?” he asked offering the pack towards him after he pulled one for himself. His hands still a little shaky from the adrenaline.
There was a sudden roar that completely drowned out everything else. Music to Zek’s ears. “Now THAT’s what I’m talking about!” he crowed even as the biggest grin ever attached itself to his face. He started to cackle even as he vanished another person. The person had actually been trying to get out of the way, but Zek decided he didn’t want to wait. He was on a roll, you know?
His head swiveled just a bit when that second roar happened, the completely unexpected one. After a brief pause, Zek started cackling even harder! Dead gods this is fun! So what if there was something of a ringing in his ears! Hashtag worth it!
They finally made it to the door and as Zek released the last of his containees, Birdman kicked the door open, so Zek followed him out. I could’ve sworn the door opened inward though.
The cackles had only faded to chuckles by then. “I dunno,” Zek said as he tried regaining his breathe. “I certainly enjoyed the show!” He paused. “I loved the bit when the finger just started throwing himself at people.” He downright giggled. “I’d totally watch it again. Bring all my friends.” By now he was smiling with impish delight and he locked eyes with the...cat-eyed catbird? Well that made sense.
Zek slid about three or four cigarettes out of the proferred package. “Sure thing,” he said amiably as he then stuffed the cigs in one of his trenchcoat’s inside pockets. Who knew when he’d need some easy kindling? Or need to barter with a convict? “Soooo, your shows normally end up like that?” he asked oh so casually. “Whaddya got planned for a follow up act?”
Then inspiration stuck. “Oh hey, I know this total dive bar we can go to! It’s ran by a pirate and has very mediocre olives!”
Lighting the cigarette and taking a small drag he let it rest loosely on his lips and ignored that the ball player took the majority of the smokes if not all of them. They weren’t technically his and he knew it was a bad habit to get into however he was well aware of the mental effects it had on the body. His hands already stopped shaking as much with each puff. ”Right, harder to make money that way.” Carrick said rolling his mis-matched colored eyes.
”Naw, mate. Usually goes without a hitch I play for a few hours make some jokes, get some numbers, poke fun at a drunk or three then collect my fee. Usually way quieter. Less roaring.” he said already feeling the effects the roar had on his vocal cords. In truth he probably only had a few more roars in him before his voice got effected. Hard for a singer to make any money that way.
”A pint. Somewhere.” Carrick said moving the glasses back up his face hiding his pupils again. He lifted the guitar and took a good look at it glad it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. The door opened behind him and Carrick started moving out of instinct. ”Dive and olives? Leave the way Zed. Rather not get arrested tonight.” he said looking at his slightly bloodied knuckles and putting them in his pocket.
”Fights like that make me miss home.” he said finally starting to laugh about the situation.
Zek heard Birdy-Cat’s description of his typical gigs. He wasn’t impressed. “Hmmm, I think tonight was more fun,” he said critically. “The roaring was just icing on the cake. Won’t see anybody else roaring in their acts.” True story, since very few people could actually roar. Unless they had a lion in their act. Oh, now there was an idea!
Zek was very curious about where Carl had grown up, if that fight reminded him of home. “Now I’m very curious about where you grew up, if that fight reminded you of home,” Zek said. “You come from a long line of boxers? Human, dog, or underwear?” It was the twenty-first century - one shouldn’t just assume another person’s ancestry. The guy had wings and a cat tail - who knew what else was in his genes? Or his jeans?
“But off we go, then! We’ll be there in a flash,” Zek said as Garick moved away from the door. “Just hold this for a second, wouldja?” He lobbed a golden ball the few feet between them and there was a flash of light. “Sorry pal, it’s quicker when there ain’t wings and bloody hands. Buber drivers can be so weird sometimes.”
So Zek got a car to pick him up and cavort him around town until he reached his destination. He paid the driver and left the vehicle. And they were there, at the dive that Zek couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of or even to look for a sign. He strolled in like he owned the place and only then flashed a red ball, releasing the Birdman. “Welcome to Pirates-a-palooza!” he said in a most grandiose tone.
Carrick took a long drag on his cigarette and shrugged ”Ya got me there, mate. I did do it a lot more when I was performing in the circus but was wearing a different face for that.” he doubted people in the bars and pubs he performed at would appreciate him roaring into a mic. Maybe Zek was a metal head. Could he sing metal yes, would…. Depends how much. Carrick didn’t like the thought of wearing out his voice like that as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs.
”Not much of a story.” he shrugged again. Carrick also didn’t like talking about his past. His now deceased mother, his father who was more of a thug than anything and his half brother. The circus was cake compared to dealing with them.
The singer took another puff and then raised his eyebrows over his newly acquired sunglasses. ”Hold what?” Carrick asked reaching out for the ball of light that was offered before realizing what he just grabbed onto, ” Aww F” the shifter vanished in the light.
>>> “Welcome to Pirates-a-palooza!”
”eeeeeekkkk.” they scene changed they were in the bar now and he was still smoking. Carrick licked his fingers and put out the small cinder and then pocketed the smoke in one of his pockets. Exhaling a bit more smoke he growled at Zek. ”Don’t like that…” the growling subsided in a few minutes and he looked around at the place.
”Played here before. Guy lives at the mansion owns it.” Carrick said tempted to mock the icemancer but knew he’d just appear behind Carrick like he usually did when Carrick was about to say or do something that some would ‘frown’ upon, like pyrotechnics indoors.
”First round is on you.” he said walking to the nearest spot at the bar. Gently he placed the guitar at his side and then nodded to the bartender.
Zek had no clue what Birdman-dude was growling about. “I have no clue what you’re growling about, dude,” Zek said with a shrug. Then he slapped his forehead. “Oh, you mean because we didn’t have any officiants to witness it? Aw, man, sorry. Yeah, we just missed the chance for you to set a world record. World’s longest curse. Aw, sorry.” There went his really cool diary entry, too. Now all Zek was gonna be able to write was “took some guy’s pants” and that seemed weird to tell his diary.
But then Kitty McBird dropped a bombshell.
“Woah, woah, woah, are you saying Captain Ice Cream owns a mansion? AND this heap? Or is this heap how he owns a mansion?” Zek said, the very picture of shock and awe. He spun his neck to look off into space. Maaaaybe I should’ve handled that meeting differently. At the very least, he should’ve bought the guy flowers before trying to kiss him.
Zek grinned. Nah, he regretted nothing about that whole event. The looks on those cops’ faces! And Catbird seemed to know him already - another audience! His grin turned wicked as he put some chapstick on. Just in case he was there that night.
“That’s fair,” Zek said as he pushed past the big ol’ wings on the Feline Flyer and joined him at the bar. “Barkeep! A scotch on the rocks! Hold the scotch! And whatever this guy’s having,” he said, jerking his thumb at Garrett. He spied a bowl of pretzels and snagged it, grabbing a handful and stuffing them in his mouth.
“Sho, crome ‘ere offen?” he said through a mouth garbled by pretzels.
”Not too much.” he said after waving at the bartender and apologizing silently for the summons and ordering an Irish whiskey. ”More of a when our schedules work. Pays well enough.” he shrugged. Grabbing the drink when it was severed to him. ”Cheers.”
After the swig he elaborated a bit more, ”Naw, we live in the Mutant mansion. Like a boarding school for mutants. Adults live there too, most of ‘em teachers or staff. Don’t think he owns the place, stomps around like he does though.” he put the whiskey down and smirked, ”Once saw him climbing out of a second story window to avoid some pretty lady.” he started to laugh.
Reaching out for some pretzels he realized his hand was still bloodied. ”Almost forgot.” his drinking hand grabbed a napkin and he poured a little whiskey into it before rubbing his fingers and knuckles. ”So gold makes stuff vanish?” he asked studying his hand making sure there was no damage to himself.
Zek tipped his glass into his mouth and started loudly crunching on some ice. His eyes were practically sparkling as he sought to reconcile this new information with what he knew about Sammy Snowman. Which wasn’t a lot, mind you, so it didn’t exactly change how he viewed the guy. Other than it would give him more things to tease him about if he saw him again.
He might need to stake out the bar. Or this...mutant mansion.
“So let me get this straight,” Zek said. He put his glass back on the bar and turned to the catbird. “You...and Icepatch...both live at a mansion slash school.” Zek had to laugh. He’d heard a lot of stories before, but that was definitely on the weird side. “Whaddya even teach there? Pilot and pirate stuff? Or are you one of the students?” Zek was having a bit of the snickers. Small world. Sounded like Birdman and Frosty lived at a mutant petting zoo or something.
He was still snickering when Winged Wonder rediscovered blood on his hand. Hmmm. Maybe he should order a bloody Mary ohwait was there a question? “Yep, gold makes things go poof. Or get bruised,” he said. He held up a palm and a glowing red ball appeared. He dropped it on the bar and watched it roll about a foot. It flashed and suddenly became a pair of pants. “And red unpoofs things. I won’t tell you what blue does,” he winked.
He raised both arms and stretched for a good several seconds before letting out a whoosh of air. “Soooo, I’ve got a dumb idea,” he helpfully informed the feather-laden lad. “Since you happen to live with Icy One-Eye, what do you say we go over there, sneak into his room/dorm/whatever you all have, and, I dunno, mess up all his furniture and stuff? Just for laughs.”
Carrick tilted his head ”Well, technically I’m a student. Trying to finish it right this time. Might have blown it off before graduating. Not that big of a deal but I did promise me mother I’d try to get done with it.” he said recalling her deathbed more than he wanted to. That was the biggest request she had for him so he felt the need to do it. He really didn’t want to end up like his father. Carrick sipped from the glass. Letting the familiar burn distract him from thinking about his mother.
”Frosty as ya call him teaches self-defense. The man is a little unhinged likes fighting. More so than me da. Different though, but similar.” he said shrugging, ”And he’s the one that flies the jet.” Carrick said not really thinking much of it. The jet was cramped and not all that cool he thought his method of flight was way better.
The shifter watched the red ball turn into pants and he scrunched his nose starting to process something. He took a sip of his drink then asked, ”Wait, that’s not drunks pants from the bar right? The one I smashed with the chair?” he asked still trying to figure out how that whole thing went down but glad it was over with.
”Blue balls.” Carrick smirked, ”I’m fine with they mystery. Not sure I want to hear the answer to that one mate.” he said laughing and slamming the rest of his drink.
Carrick ordered a pint next, then shook his head to Ball-boy. ”Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty dumb.” Carrick said laughing, ”You know he has a license to kill right? He already seems like he’s a bad joke away from killing someone.” he said shaking his head. ”I live there fer free and while I enjoy messing with people just as much as the next guy I’d rather not screw my meal ticket up.” he said with a laugh.
”Sides, I see him come and go all hours anyways. He’s one of them X’s does the fighting crime and putting out fires and helping little ol’ ladies from trees.” the pint was in front of him now and he smiled to the bartender. ”Thanks, love.”
”Rather get into another bar fight than mess with him. Right now I’m in his good graces and I’d like to stay that way. Now, if ya wanted to mess with a stranger for a gas I’m all fer it.”
Zek nodded enthusiastically as he swallowed some ice. “Yep. those are totally Drunk Dude’s pants,” he said as he patted himself on the back. “Nicked his knickers m’self. You shoulda seen the look on the lady at the table beside him - priceless! She was all ‘Oh my goodness the horror!’ and I’m under a table behind them thinking ‘Glad he wasn't commando tonight!’” Zek smiled toothly as he acted out the scene as best be could without leaving his stool. It had not been his finest hour, but it had been a pretty good minute.
“After all, there were enough dangling orbs out. I even got the guy’s chair with one,” Zek said, pretending to not notice Carrick’s comment. He was pleased that the guy caught the oblique reference though. Course, it was only gonna feed Zek’s ego. He trailed off and frowned. “You know if hindsight, or rather hiney-sight, one could assume that was actually the moment that kicked off the fight.”
He shrugged. “Oh well, I certainly had fun. You looked like you were having a good time to. Well, before everything got all boring and stuff.” As in, when there was potential risk to Zek himself. IT was only fun when other people were getting hurt. His conscience took a lot of sick days.
But then Zek slumped. “Oh well. I guess that rules out the interior renovations and possible egging,” he said moodily into his cup of ice. The ready-to-murder thing did open up some possibilities, but Zek was thinking Birdguy wasn’t gonna be up for messing with the Icemaker 3000. Eh, Zek would just have to make plans with someone else. Apparently, a lot of people knew this Sammy dude.
He brightened as CArrick suggested something. “Kid, I like the way you think!” Zek swiveled on his stool and absently started breaking a pretzel into little tiny pieces. “So who should we go for? The drunk sprawled in the booth in the back? The hairy guys playing darts who may or may not be werewolves? The lady in the peach dress reading a book? Or your first idea is good: I could start another bar fight.”
Carrick’s mismatched eyes narrowed at Zek when he admitted he might have started the bar fight at the last place. ”You know I was supposed to be paid to be there right? Before that fight went off.” he sipped his pint and looked away from Zek for a moment irritated more with him than anything. At least the cops didn’t show.
”Glad ya enjoyed yerself though. I do like putting on a show.” he sighed finally. It was clear that his company wasn’t going to feel bad about what happened so he didn’t really feel like trying to force anything. Was this how people felt around him? No, that couldn’t be the case.
”Barely got out of the last one and ya want to double down?” Carrick asked, ”Been pretty good at staying out of trouble lately until tonight…” the shifter thought about all the people that would get on his case for getting arrested or just getting into a fight. No one would have cared and for the first time he actually wanted to hit something again.
”But, double down I guess. Long as I don’t start the fight right?” Carrick asked with a toothy smile, ”I’m just here fer the show.”
Zek dropped the remnants of his pretzel on the floor. It kinda felt like the type of establishment you do that with. Push your food and stuff to the floor and they’ll sweep it up later. Really add to the dingy “we might have cockroaches” vibe the place gave him. Zek held up a finger (his index finger, not the other one) at Bird-dude. “Bro, you can totally go back and get paid. I didn’t, like, force you to leave or anything,” Zek said casually. Talk about taking responsibility for one’s actions!
“But yeah, the fight was kinda fun,” he agreed amiably. “Well, until people started crashing into my hiding place. Then it was less fun.” He reached behind him for his glass of ice and knocked another cube into his mouth and start loudly crunching on it. “So you’re a musician, singer and guitarist. This your regular job or just for funsies? ‘Cause I could maybe get you an audition at the club I work at. You know, the one where we had so much fun?”
Crunch, crunch, crunch the ice. Zek began spinning around on his stool. “Totally, mate,” he said, horribly mimicking Birdman’s accent. “I’m down for another brawl. Or at least the start of one. They’re so fun to provoke, you know?” He winked conspiratorially at the guy and leaned in close. “The secret is to provoke someone into starting the fight and then staying out of it. Plausible deniability, and the sidelines are way safer.”
He leaned back and tipped his glass. “True story,” he said. “Buuut if you’re not up to getting your feathers in a ruff, I guess something else could be fun.” His eyes widened and he shot to his feet, heedless of any personal bubble invasion he was committing, or if he was being too loud. He exclaimed, “WE COULD PLAY DARTS!”
The shifter rolled his mismatched colored eyes from Zek to his drink. He didn’t force him to leave but if he stuck around Carrick was pretty sure he would have had an assault charge or three. He slapped someone with a chair and then his fist. Multiple times. NYC was a little stern on the bar brawls.
The shifter nodded his head, ”Guess you’d say regular. The fun ones are where the money comes in.” he said with a smirk picking up a pretzel tapping it on the bar top three times before making it vanish behind his hand. It was easier with coins or cards and it wasn’t the most impressive thing he could do, still he knew if someone wasn’t expecting it they’d at least get a kick out of it.
”They do much live music cause I’m not sure how much dance music I can play.” Carrick asked discarding the pretzel on the floor with everything else he just dropped. ”hard to buy some new clothes after that one.” he said with a smirk, ”Me other face doesn’t keep them when ‘e shifts.” Carrick said into his pint glass watching ball-boy explain.
When he jumped to his feet Carrick’s wing was bumped and caused him to cough into his beer. The shifter tried to hold back a smile, having grown up ‘bonding’ with his father in the pub. ”I’m mean, if your up for it.” Carrick’s tail betrayed his excitement as he followed to the dart area.