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.
“I love rematches!” Zek cried with manic glee. “And matches too!” He lifted his hands and hurled the molotov cocktails in different directions. One struck a pile of dolls and immediately created a bonfire on the other side of the room. The second smashed into a wall and splattered all over a clown. He reached back through the portal and pulled out another pair of cocktails which he promptly chucked into the corners of the room that weren’t lit up by the lights.
A flash of light later and the trench coat vanished, revealing the rest of Zek’s outfit. He’d taken the time for the facepaint and the dangling pom-poms from the jester-like hat completed the red and black harlequin costume. “Clowns, fire, sudden and imminent violence - brings back memories!”
Clowns emerged out of the no-longer-darkness between him and Carry. “Strike one!” Zek roared and swung his hands in an arc at the clowns. Light flashed twice in his hands and then a solid oak baseball bat whipped across the backs of their heads. They plummeted to the floor and the bat vanished again. “I’ll cover you!” he shouted.
More light appeared in his hand but this time, a big ol’ paintball gun emerged. He took aim and started firing into the fray, glow-in-the-dark paintballs bursting painfully wherever they hit and splattering walls all over the place.
“Let’s play a------ arrrrggghhhhh!!!!” one of the clowns regretted being in the sewers with the chaotic duo almost instantly as it burst into flames from the concoction Zek had flung. Carrick ignored the smell of burning flesh and turned back to his targets the three that blinked in front of him. Or did he blink? Carrick wasn’t sure but was sure of one thing, this time he was ready to play their games!
Carrick hopped jumped and then took to the air as a pair of knives flashed towards him, both aiming at his wings and both missing their mark by the weapons he wielded one was far easier to lift and twirl around than the other but he still managed to block both with pretty quick reflexes. ”Not gonna work a third- mother ******” Carrick shouted as a knife connected with his backside remained there till his tail could flick it away.
There was some unholy giggles from the clowns nearest him as he closed the distance, with the music blaring and the fires around him roaring Carrick was feeling it. ‘Fight!’ ”Fight!” he could feel the shift coming but held off till he could connect the weapons of choice before going back to his little red wagon for even more goodies. While he didn’t have a portal, ‘easy ryder’ was more than capable of holding his new borrow toys.
Spinning in midair and bringing the sledge hammer down Carrick bopped one of the clowns on the head. His head indented and then ‘popped’ like a balloon, but instead of blood and brain matter it was confetti and the dying sound of a balloon pushing out the last bit of air. ‘Pbbtttthhh’ ”Ha! What? Zeeky! They're balloons!” throwing the hammer over his shoulder he thrusted the small pronged fishing trident out puncturing another clown.
Pop! ‘Pbbbbtttthh’ Carrick batted at the confetti with an elbow before dodging the next strike coming from the clown. ”Hold this!” he said spinning and throwing the hefty hammer in the direction of the clown.
Carrick’s eyes turned more cat like the more this went on.
A genuine cream pie came flying through the air. Zek ducked and just barely resisted the urge to try to catch it in his mouth. With these seriously uncool clowns, it was probably filled with acid. Or fake sugar. Zek shuddered and then popped the pie-thrower in the face a half dozen times, transforming the clown stained-white face into a rainbow of glowing paint. The clown immediately stopped laughing and started screaming in agony.
Oh yeah, there might’ve been some pepper spray mixed in with the glow in the dark paint. Zek had had a lot of chocolate that night.
With all the action, from the sound of many clowns, to the ratatatatat of Zek’s gun, to the blaring, thumping music, it was a wonder Zek was able to hear anything Carlisle was saying. Then again, Zek was indeed a wonder. “Whaddya mean?” he shouted back, spraying more paintballs around him. “I’ve seen balloons before - balloons don’t giggle!”
But even as Zek turned to mock Birdcat, he saw the guy stab a clown and the subsequent burst of paper.
“They’re not balloons! They’re pinatas! Hey, maybe some of them have candy!” Zek cried in avarice. “I got dibs on the caramel ones!”
Zek whipped his gun into a clown face, stunning it. It dropped its knife and Zek made a final ball appear, it’s red light flashing hellishly for a moment before becoming his morningstar.
He smashed the mace into the clown’s face and it too burst apart. “Heh. Heheh. Heheheheh. NAHAHAHAHAHA!” he began chortling as he immediately turned to the next clown.
Pinata’s? Carrick’s attention shifted to Zek for a moment as he looked away from the hammer sailing through the air to the music. The shifter wondered what kind of candy murderous sewer clowns could hold but then decided the best way to find out was to figure it out himself. It was probably best if Zek tested all the candy first. Just in case.
Turning back to the hammer his cat like eyes zeroed in on the clown who realized there was a fifty pound sledge hammer heading it’s way. The clown turned in slow motion and started to run only then Carrick realized he was acting in slow motion. A slow clap was given as the hammer smacked the back of the clown and vanished into it’s body as it morphed around the impact until finally it popped with the ‘pppppbbbbbhhthhhtttttt’ sound that Carrick hard grown to appreciate in the last few minutes.
Confettii. No candy. Moving closer to inspect further Carrick’s instincts told him to move all too late as one of the clown lodged a knife in his shoulder. It hit bone, Carrick knew because suddenly there was restricted movement as he turned clawing at the clowns face with his claws that started to form on one hand. ‘Pain! Fight! Kill!’
”Owww... ow... ow... ow!No ****” Carrick grumbled ignoring the beast within and tried to remain focused on kicking these ‘not funny clowns’. Seriously these clowns should be banned. From like everything. Another pie flew over head towards Zek and he wondered what was in said pie as another clown, the one he clawed in the face let out some air with a high pitch squeaking sound that caused Carrick to clamp down on his ears until he adjusted to the pitch.
”Betcha these are a riot at kid parties!” he shouted jabbing at the gut of another for a loud ‘pop’ as the clown was penetrated by the fishing spear. Brandishing the weapon Carrick chucked it at a clown running towards the portal where all their stuff was. Another ‘pop’ and Carrick was making his own way to the wagon where the goodies he borrowed were. If these were pinatas he’d need a bat.
There was no candy in that first clown. Or in the second clown. OR the third, fifth, or eighth clowns (or the clowns in between). Nevertheless, Zek kept the faith. “Where’s my candy?!” he roared as the spiked mace smashed clean through a clown’s face, explodifying it into a puff of air and bits of colored paper.
“Candy is only for good boys and girls!” a high-pitched sneer said from behind Zek. He whirled in effort to knock another clown’s head off but the clown had ducked and slashed at Zek’s stomach with a knife.
“Ack!” Zek cried out. “How rude!” The mace vanished and Zek dropped a glowing ball on the clown. Seconds later, he threw the ball several yards in the air and brought the morningstar out again, ready to swing it like a bat. The clown fell into position and Zek swung his mace like a home-run hitter, bursting the clown into nothingness. “Only I get to be stabby stabby around here!”
Or at least he would if he wasn’t having so much fun with the mace!
He dodged another flying maybe-not-creme pie and hurled a billiard ball into a clown’s face. The clown didn’t go poof but it did hit the floor and stop moving. “How ya doin’ over there, Clyde?” Zek called out. “Who says we never do anything fun?”
Wings flapped and the shifter was airborne rushing back to his borrowed little red wagon full of toys to beat these clowns up with he heard the exchange between Zek and one of the clowns.
>>> “Candy is only for good boys and girls!”
Before he could respond he saw a glint of something shiny followed by the sound of someone throwing something. A blade zoomed by followed by two more, both were easier dodged than the first. Now that he had a little light and what to look for he knew he could avoid them with ease. In the air he was faster, ”Well it’s a good thing we’re men! Manly men! Doing manly things!” Carrick quipped knowing he could do better.
Wings shut behind him as he rolled to the wagon and caught his hand on it as Zek called out to him. ”Feeling a bit conflicted about all of this. On the one hand I love clowns... On the other... they stabbed me.” he said having grown up with some of the most non-violent clowns the ever were. These again... they weren’t nice clowns.
Carrick didn’t like mean clowns, everyone was about to know it as he rummaged through the bag and found some roman candles. Pulling out his lighter he cackled and lite a few off, ”I’m forcing y’all in ta retirement! This was yer last show!” he lit the candles and held them away from his wings shooting into the darkness.
One flare went up and out then another and another. He had five in each hand. Meaning the next few seconds were red balls of light that weren’t Zek’s blasting through the air. One hit a clown in the darkness and let out a loud ‘pop’ sound followed by one running around on fire.
”No one ever says that!” he said laughing and practically dancing as more clowns could be seen in the recent light. There were probably more than a dozen of them left now. Unless they could multiply... something Carrick was pretty sure they could do. After he was done launching the candles he grabbed two skinner blades. Not his normal way to hit things but if there wasn’t any broken bottles in Zek World this would have to do.
”Pie!” Carrick ducked as a pie shot by over his head towards Zek.
“Did you just say you were doing manly men?” Zek yelled as he elegantly pirouetted, using the momentum to lodge his mace in one clown’s face and to roundhouse kick another. He missed the second clown entirely and went sprawling on the clown-ridden floor. “I’m not judging you, but is this really the time to brag?”
Zek rolled just in time to avoid a knife in the face. He swiped an orb at the clown and a few seconds later he was throwing a red ball elsewhere to displace the dumb clown who wasn’t even funny. “Y’all aren’t even funny clowns!” he griped.
He rolled to his feet, already bemoaning the scrapes on his outfit, just in time for a fireworks show to go off. “Yip!” he yapped as he began ducking and dodging the mini fireballs. “Oi, watch where you’re aiming those things!” He dropped to his feet right as another candleburst shot by and ignited a clown’s butt.
Zek rolled to his feet once again but unlike his cohort, he didn’t have reflexes on a cat. “Where;s a pie?!” he said excitedly, whipping his head around like a furby.
SPLOOSH!
He never saw it coming.
He fell forwards, onto his stomach, his face still staring up into the air.
A blue tongue poked out of his mouth and it quivered and it shook.
Then it roared. “HOW DARE YOU WASTE SUCH CHOCOLATE!”
For the third time, Zek rolled to his feet, but now he wasn’t smiling. This was serious. “For chocolate!” he shouted and he charged back into the portal, bursting a bunch of clowns in the process. Seconds later, he was out, scowling through his chocolate-covered face. He beat his way over to Catbird. “Here. Try using these instead,” he said, handing him some special fireworks.
Zek lit a few of his own…candles….and started tossing them all around. Then he ran and lunged into Zekworld.
It was the perfect time to brag! That and if the clowns realized they weren’t little kids maybe. Just maybe they’d get the candy from them. Carrick had a bit of a sweet tooth and knew Zek was a hundred times worse than him. ”You don’t want candy?” was his only response wondering if he should aim a firework next time at Zek.... if that was the real Zek.
Twirling the knives in his hands with the muscle memory of doing it for years in the circus he adjusted his hands to the weight of the newer blades wondering if they flew well when thrown. If they wanted to throw knives around maybe he could too.
If the shifter wasn’t worried about what kind of pie was he never showed it, just verbalized it. ”Is it decent at least?” there were a few more flying in the air on occasion. Someone with his skills could easily grab one out of the air. After you know, flying after it.
It must have not been good. The way Zek was shouting his battle cry. There were a few more clowns ‘popping’ out in confetti as Zek ran to the portal. Carrick took this time to break out his new shiny knives into the clowns. Each one popped like the rest which wasn’t as entertaining to him anymore. Carrick knew he could do better. So he did.
Instead of stabbing at the clowns he dodged a strike and gave the clown a little slit to the side, which let out a high pitch whine as the clown struggled to cover the hole. ”Now this is what I wanted! Physical comedy!” he turned to see Zek out of the portal with some new toys. ”Not me birthday!” he said sheathing the two blades on his sides.
”Oh! Dy-no-mite!” the shifter said trying to get the old television quote right. He had seen the show all of two times. ”How big is the explosion?” he asked curiously wondering if he’d catch fire from it then decided it didn’t matter. Zek was already throwing them around and Carrick was pretty sure he was still immortal so he followed in kind by throwing the ‘heavy duty’ birthday candles.
Zek poked his chocolate pie-covered head out from the portal. “It’s actually not bad, but that makes it even worse!” he whined. Why on Earth would anyone waste such pies like that? It was a travesty! They deserved everything that was coming to them! They deserved their…just deserts.
Zek dragged over a holographic box filled with non-holographic boom-boom sticks and grabbed a lighter. He lit the end of several more wicks and then he picked them up, leaned out of the portal, and overhanded tossed several of them behind the portal as well. He felt they were adequately scattered around.
He ducked back into the portal, just in time for another pie to miss him. Instead it whipped right through the portal as if it wasn’t even there. From Zek’s side, it just seemed to vanish.
Birdcat seemed pretty happy with the splody-sticks so Zek deigned to answer his question. “No idea!” he hollered back. “But I know those fuses aren’t very big at all!”
He turned his back to the portal, which conveniently wouldn’t allow anything else in but Cristo and what the Featherbutt brought in with him. Which meant no flying knives or murder clowns could reach Zek. It gave him plenty of time to make some skewers and grab one of snack stash boxes from around him in the locker room. Two overstuffed armchairs appeared a couple of yards in front of the portal, facing out into the sewer, and Zek flopped into one, sprawling bonelessly even as he stabbed a marshmallow onto a skewer.
“Bye bye, clowns!” he roared, the lights in the locker room dimming dramatically as an orchestra began blaring over the speakers. “3……2……1……”
Neither of them knew the impact of the explosions each stick would create, Zek however kept throwing them and it wasn’t the time to not join in the fun. How often would he get to throw these around? Probably never again unless Zek was around because most people weren’t this fun.
That was when the gravity of the situation started to set in. Mismatched colored eyes shifted back to the portal where Zek kept appearing and disappearing into the light to ‘his world’. Did that mean he didn't have to worry about the explosions? The fire and the sound?
”Hol-up! Short wicks?” Carrick asked looking down to the two in his hand, the flame trailed down the wick and he panic threw them in the direction of movement just narrowly dodging another thrown knife followed by a pie that had impressive hang time in the air. The explosion went off and Carrick’s ears started to ring as he flew away from all of the explosions.
‘Danger! Flight! Flee!’ his animalistic instincts was screaming at him to get the **** out of there. His other forms didn’t like loud noises. Hell his regular form didn’t like loud noises. Golden wings flapped and he shot through the large room eyes focused on the portal back to Zek’s world where his friend was watching from the other side.
Because the shifter couldn’t hear the countdown due to the shortest wicked stick going off the Irishman assumed he was getting comfortable for the show. Armchairs said it all. Before Carrick zoomed into the portal a knife hit him in the back of the leg. A memento from the worlds worst clowns. ”Worst clowns ever!” Carrick shouted turning in Zek world to watch the rest of the show.
“Yup! That’s what I said!” Zek called back as he tried sticking more marshmallows on the skewer. He was starting to think Birdcat had hearing issues, with the amount of things Zek had been having to repeat to him lately.
Carlton didn’t seem to have timing issues though, because he flew in like a wrecking ball and perched on a chair.
“Just in time!” Zek said, holding out a pair of extra-strength sunglasses, to match the ones he was sliding on himself. He tapped a button on a remote that appeared in his hand and a volume bar appeared in mid-air beside the portal, rapidly shrinking down to0%. “Get ready for the--”
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM! BANG! EEP OP ORC AH-AH! BADDA BING BADDA ZABOOMAFOO!
The soundtrack behind Zek and Chris abruptly switched over to the appropriate song about fireworks right as the first explosions went off. Not a single bit of sound came through the portal. Unfortunately, not much light did either. However, it was still rather cool seeing big chunks of masonry flying around and then toward the portal, only to vanish as the debris failed to cross the dimensional boundary.
In short, it was a front row seat to a devastating demolitions event that might as well have been a movie.
“Aw come on!” Zek shouted after, chucking some marshmallows out of the portal. “Where’s the fire? I could barely see those explosions!” It hadn’t taken long for the work light Clayburne had set up to be completely destroyed, taking out the majority of light sources. Only faint splashes of glow in the dark paint could be seen, but not enough to actually illuminate anything. “I wanted to toast marshmallows!”
Carrick didn’t care what anyone else said, Zek was a good friend. It was clear when he handed out the glasses. Putting them on Carrick smirked at the light show and the music booming behind him. It was loud enough that he could feel the vibrations which helped him realize the ringing in his ears were starting to dim.
”Should have been filming this.” he shouted over the music. Probably louder than was needed but he was still recovering his hearing. One of the clowns started to run towards the portal as an explosion went off. Masonry went flying and so did the clown till a chunk of rock hit him causing him to ‘pop’ into confetti. Carrick clapped and cheered at the sight of the show. Upset it had to end.
The light he brought out faded and Carrick’s eyes started to adjust to the dark room but could only reveal so much due to the area he was in was several times brighter. ”Here.” Carrick said taking out a lighter he pocketed from the dimension they were sitting in now. It take a while but the lighter would toast marshmallows.
”What a show!” he cheered once more after the glowing paint vanished after it expanded. Another clown must have popped. ”We need a camera crew on our adventures.” Carrick finally decided he would have loved to watch it again.
”So... ya think book club will be moved to a new location now?” he asked smirking while lowering his glasses to see if he could find any more light or glow in the dark paint. ”And I left yer wagon behind.”
Zek’s eyes lit up and grinned impossibly wide. “That’s a good idea!” he said as the explosions ended. Zek didn’t have video equipment with him, but he did have the next best thing.
The lights returned to normal in the locker room and the epic music died away until it was absorbed by soft jazz. A TV on a trolley cart rolled itself into the room. It flicked on and began showing Zek’s memories of the explosions, complete with occasional freeze frames, zoom ins, a scrolling text bar on the bottom, sporadic animations, and a voiceover reporter that sounded exactly like Zek detailing the events on the screen.
He took off his own sunglasses and his eyes sparkled more as Carlton started toasting his marshmallow. “Ooo, I knew there was a reason I kept you around!” he squeed, handing the bag over. “Do these as well!”
Zek popped the morsel into his mouth and the gooey junk food was a delight to his blue tongue. “Mmm! So good!” he said. “Don’t worry about the wagon, it wasn’t mine anyways.” Bruno was probably going to be a little annoyed, but Zek figured that’s what he got for what happened with the Azarbaskian prince.
“I dunno,” he said, rummaging around in his snack bag for a candy necklace. “I mean, exploded clowns does kinda seem Halloween thematic. Also, I do believe a bit of sunlight is coming in. Seems like we just renovated the joint. Might get rid of some of that sewer gas smell.” Zek started chewing on the necklace. “So, think you’ll wanna come to book club next week too?”
”Well played mate.” the shifter said as the tv trolly cart rolled in and started to replay the events that just transpired most of it wasn’t focused on the shifter though and Carrick found that more upsetting than anything else.
”How ya gonna play back the greatest hits without the MVP?” he sighed and took the bag of marshmallows and then looked to his lighter and shook his head. Putting the lighter away he looked through the locker room and found a flamethrower. While he was normally terrified of anything that produced a stream of fire that melted anything it touched they were in Zek’s world and the shifter as always overthought his importance here and to Zek. He’d put him out if he caught on fire right? Well he was immortal so if he didn’t...
”What wagon?” Carrick asked smirking and trying to aim the flame thrower just above the bag of marshmallows. Closing one eye and sticking out his tongue he turned the setting down after getting the thing strapped to his back.
”Yeah, why not. Think the ladies would be upset if ya didn’t bring me along again. Don’t think I’m gonna read the book though. Sounds like more homework.” he said pulling the trigger and lighting up the area around him. The exposed marshmallows browned instantly before Carrick released the trigger. Eyeing the top he wondered when they became a one. ”Streamlined the process for ya. Instead of a bunch of smaller ones ya get the big one... might want to peel the plastic back though.” Carrick said smirking.
”Now, can ya make an exit ta anywhere?” the shifter asked his tail flicking behind him mischievously.
“Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout, Clover?” Zek said reproachfully. “I’m the Most Venerable Person here. All the highlights are about my stuff. You get your own camera-vision if you don’t like it.” He grinned widely though and briefly stuck his blue tongue out at his pal. Now that would be a hilarious sight - a camera crew trying to keep up with them. “Flighty” didn’t even begin to describe the duo!
He glanced back at Caveman and his eyes nearly bugged out. Since when did he have a flamethrower?! Zek could remember picking one up. Did Birdcat bring it with him?...And where was he keeping it the whole time?! Actually Zek didn’t want answers anymore. Nope.
“Ack!” he shouted as the fire washed through the locker room. The wave of heat blasted him, even though he wasn’t very close to it, and the blight blazed in his eyes. He waved his hands and the temperature plummeted to a chilly thirty degrees even as Zek reduced the light of the fire down to barely glowing embers. It was still fire, he couldn’t alter that, but he could control the light it was off putting and combat the heat it was producing.
And then the horror! “Nooooo!” Zek shouted as he witnessed the tragic remains of the marshmallows! “How could you!” he wailed, tears welling up in his eyes. “I trusted you!”
He wasn’t concerned about the last of the stream of fire burning things. The floor was just a hologram after all. The fire burnt out very quickly and as there was nothing there to actually burn, there was no mess, except for the melted plastic and sugar gloop. Zek stared in more horror, his mouth hanging open.
Then he whirled. “Oh yes, yes I can,” he said. The portal vanished and white light blossomed in Zek’s hand, forming a dimensional baseball. He threw it at the floor beneath Birdbrain’s feet and a portal opened beneath him, leading to the floor of the room they’d just bombed. There was maybe a couple feet of room tops between the portal and the floor in Dullworld.
And then, because Zek was in pain, the ceiling of the locker room above Featherbutt started to rapidly descend, even as the room lost all light. The sounds of a screaming horde started to fill the air.