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.
There was no time to grump at Kael for taking the wing-kind. There was also no time to finish grabbing hold of her purse. The girl under her firm hold went limp and the agent had to stand suddenly to keep the kid from flapping her head against the pavement. The unexpected deadweight was almost enough to break Noel's iron grip. Almost.
Dang. Whatever she did, she had hit on gold. Too bad she'd never know what it was.
Somewhere in between "I’m bleeding!" and Kael man handling the floppy wing-kid in a fireman's carry, the limp fish that Noel had been trying to get to her feet snapped out of it and did something because Noel felt a sharp twinge along each of her upper arms. It surprised her enough to let the girl go.
Noel didn't have her stun gun on her. But coming from the agency, Kael did. Unfortunately he had his hands full of flailing mutant child. Noel made a grab for his belt, but the limp fish was now a demon speed child and she was clawing her way over the fence. By the time the tines were launched, the girl was on the other side of the fence and running.
"Dang." From swooning to running in seconds flat. Noel put her hand to her forehead. Stepping into Kael's field after a wipe was like getting massive brain freeze minus the cold. She could actually feel her brain wrinkling or whatever it did to write new information. "I think that one was a mutant." She looked down at her arms as small dots of blood started to stain her suit sleeves.
"I'm bleeding too... let's go get some first aid." She pulled back the strings to re-set the taser cartridge and re-holstered it for her partner before picking up her troublesome purse. Whatever was wrong with her arms was more troublesome than painful. She looked inside and was surprised the cash was still in there. The mutant girl must not have had time to look inside.
Satisfied that they'd done their best and her property was recovered Noel followed Kael out of the alleyway and back toward the office.
Everything was spinning and Carrick couldn’t control anything. His wings no longer responded but acted as dead weights tearing on his body. His tail remained limp and free from its usual twitches and sways. His breathing was heavy as the dark skin man carried him. He was confused and scared and the only thing the woman had said to him was that she was bleeding as well and that they were going to get bandaged. ”I hope you don’t have a kid…” Carrick said his arms still bleeding out as his head became heavy. Even his brother was more sensitive than she was and his brother was in his opinion dumb as a rock.
His head getting heavy Carrick lowered it and closed his eyes reluctantly as he felt his body continued to be carried. Every now and then Carrick opened his eyes in a feverish gaze only to see a building pass by. After who knows how long Carrick felt his body respond to a cool feeling over his arms, which in turn caused him to open his eyes.
Looking around the room Carrick found himself on a chair in the corner of a plain looking room his head no longer throbbed and his arms no longer bleeding. Before checking his arms however Carrick mentally felt for his tail and gave it a small twitch. Glad it responded he tried his right wing then the left. A sigh relief escaped his body as he felt himself move as the wings opened a quarter of their full length before closing. He was no longer dying or dead his wings and by extension his life had been saved.
Eyes trailing down to his arms that were wrapped in bandages Carrick frowned slightly as he continued to look around the room. No one else was present and not only that but the room was far smaller than he would have liked. No windows unnerved him as he stood from the chair and took a step forward before wobbling due to a head rush. Once his footing had been found Carrick walked over to the lone door in the empty room and tried to open it. ”Locked?” he asked suddenly afraid of the lack of room in the small enclosure.
Looking around the room Carrick spotted a small red blinking dot attached to a camera lifting his hand up Carrick waved to the camera and said, ”Thanks for healing me but, I don’t really like being caged so could you let me go please?”
”Thanks for healing me but, I don’t really like being caged so could you let me go please?”
Kael punched the button to the intercom. "Actually it's the healer's day off." He didn't mean to stir the pot, he really and truly seemed to have no sense of humor.
Noel was just finishing getting the gauze and skin tape treatment. She'd had her own smear of Neosporin after the stinging disinfectant. (Luckily the kid had been a limp noodle for all of that.) Why gauze and skin tape? The cuts weren't bad, Noel's were much more shallow than the boy's, but they were long enough that plain ol' bandaids just didn't cut it. No pun intended.
"I don't think you're helping."
He shrugged. Noel frowned at her coat and her sleeves. Both were probably ruined unless her dry cleaner could pull a miracle.
"You should conserve your energies. Remain calm and this will be over sooner."
"Oh for heaven's sake give me that." Noel grabbed the subdermal implant gun and the packaging that held the tiny RF transmitter. Yeah. It would be impossible to track them all, but it was possible to tag trouble makers.
Noel mashed the button. "Hey. Kid. Chill. You just need a tetanus shot and then you're home free. I'm coming in." She nodded to Kael who was watching the monitor. When there was room enough for her to slip in the door without risk of the kid getting through, he turned entered the appropriate code for her and she slipped in. In one hand she held what looked like an ear piercing gun with a long needled head. In the other hand she held the little paper packet with the transmitter.
"We can do this the easy way which involves me trying my best to get you back home healthy and happy or[/b] we can call in Tall-Dark-and-Threatening who will make you you stay still with his ungodly he-man strength."[/color] Not to mention his nullification powers, not that they advertised that part even to children mutants. For now she stood by the door waiting to see if the child would behave enough for her to tag him.
His body tensed up, ”A tetanus shot?” he asked his head tilted curiously his hatred for the woman who he was trying to help more continued to grow. ”Why would I need one of those? I wasn’t cut with metal,” he held up his arms and showed her the bandages, ”I was never cut with anything that required me to need that kind of shot, sides Carnie code requires me to stay up to date on all my shots…” he eyed the woman for a second as she stood against the door hoping that would block his path.
”I don’t even think your certified to be holding that, and since when to do shots get administered with those types of needles, is this some sort of private practice?” he asked never seeing that type of needle before he was supposed to be getting a shot not an ear piercing. Taking a step back Carrick’s wings folded in front of him hoping to give him some sort of protection from the woman, ”Can I at least call my dad and make sure I get a shot from a complete stranger?” he asked sarcastically wondering how he could get out of this mess.
”Why would I let you give me a shot anyways, and your not really good at this whole trust thing with kids are you?” he asked again as he backed himself away from her and into a corner, ”Threatening me with that big guy isn’t a good way to convince me into getting a shot from you, in fact it just wants me to get out of here that much more.”
Noel stared blankly at the kid for a space of heartbeats. Their job was to tag troublemakers and judging by the wise-cracks, this kid fit right into the ranks of other headaches she'd been tasked to tag and wipe.
She gingerly pulled open the sterile paper and carefully tipped the small bead-like tracer into the gun. Noel hated lying (who would like the taste of garbage flowing from your tongue?) and since he hadn't bought it anyway it was time for some truth.
"Yeah. Kids kind weird me out to be honest. It's the tiny teeth." She pulled back the slide that locked the tracker in position not caring the effect it might have on the kid.
"There's no need to get your choneys in a wad." And that tasted mighty close to a lie so she tried again. "You won't remember it anyway. In fact... neither will I." He'd foolishly backed himself into a corner. All Noel had to do was keep up her baby-step approach to get in range. "At least we didn't tie you down." In hindsight, that was proving to be a mistake.
The door buzzed as Kael slipped in to oblige as Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Threatening. If the kid reacted, Noel was going to lunge for that spot between the shoulder blades that practically always itched and never could be scratched by yourself.
If the kid stayed still? Well, then there was a Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Threatening to hold him down.
”Tiny teeth?” Carrick asked as his tail skimmed the floor as he crouched getting into a better position ready to fend the woman who was now getting closer to him with a needle and disinfectant cloth. ”That’s why your gonna shoot me? Cause I have smaller teeth than you!?!” Carrick asked trying to by some time to figure out how to get out of this situation. All he needed was to get her on the opposite side of the chair from him and then all he had to do is make a pass for the door and from there it was a few flaps to some kind of exit.
”Right Choneys…” Carrick said deeming the chair was a waste of time seeing as the dark fellow that made his body go numb enter the room. Carrick’s tail twitched angrily as his wings lifted up trying to become as threatening as possible, ”I just want to go home and when I leave you won’t have to look at my tiny teeth ever again!” his knees shook now as fear started to creep into his body. Two people verses him, his only advantage would disappear once the man would get a hold of him. There was little he could do and he didn’t like that one bit.
Just like any matter of beast once the Gryphon was back into a corner he would strike to protect it’s self. Fight or flight and survival of the fittest ran through his mind as he looked from the woman with a needle to the large man standing in the doorframe. There was little he could do and he was scared and it was obvious that he was out of options. Looking from one to the other Carrick decided his best last-ditch effort of freedom would be to threaten to kill the woman, or attempt to. Carrick wasn’t keen on violence and avoided a physical confrontation when ever he could but know wasn’t the best time to be listening to the voice in his head that constantly says, ‘What would Da do?’
Bending down and pushing one of his powerful legs on the wall Carrick jumped up and off the wall his wings slightly extended propelling himself towards the woman. She was as he could tell the weakest link and if he could somehow use her to get out he would. Running was in his blood and he would be damned if he was going to get a shot with an unknown substance without doing anything. Aiming his shoulder at the woman Carrick readied for impact hoping she was as bad with reactions as she was with lying. It was time to take control of this situation.
Was she doing this because his tiny teeth freaked her out? No. Maybe a little, but mostly no. If he wanted to believe that it was fine by Noel. There was a certain satisfaction to erasing lies and misconceptions. It was a sort of justice.
Getting attacked was an all too familiar scenario and Noel was getting sick of playing the tackle sack. Why wasn't she born a man? If she were a man, wouldn't the troublesome mutants choose her as the tackle victim 50% of the time rather than 100% of the time? Yeah. No dice. Next time they were tying them up no matter if it was an old lady. Oh and Kael would do the gunning. That would greatly decrease her bruise rate.
Even if all of that had time to run through her head as she was falling backward toward the ground, she didn't physically have time to do much of anything about it.
The best she could do was ease off the trigger and try to fling her other hand behind her head so it wouldn't bounce so hard off the concrete. It hurt her hand and her head still felt jarred anyway.The gun slid out of her loosened hand and into Kael's shined shoes.
It was a quick thing for Noel to narrow her eyes at the boy on top of her. Probably just as quick as it was for Kael to wade through the flopping limp wings and shove the needle into the boy's bare back. Once his job was done he shook his head and stepped back out of the room taking the gun with him.
As soon as he was far enough away, Noel's hands went to bunch up in the kid's clothes to make sure he would meet her eyes. And then her eyes began to shudder from side to side as she delved in to pluck out all that he shouldn't remember.
Don't remember me. Don't remember this place. Don't remember the conflict in the alley. Don't remember the purse. Don't remember my partner. Don't remember your wounds. Don't remember me. Don't remember why you are here. Don't remember what you were doing. Don't remember why you were doing it.
In fact... it was a safe bet to just take out the last hour or so of his life... this might take a few moments.
Alright, so maybe tackling the woman wasn’t the best idea, either she was stronger than she looked or Carrick wasn’t as strong as he thought. Yes, he managed to knock her on the ground but he hoped he could have knocked the wind out of the woman long enough so he could take her back. That however wasn’t the case seeing as she grabbed on tight to his shirt and flannel long enough for the creepy guy with a needle to run over and tag Carrick on in his back.
A sharp pain went through Carrick’s body as his wings and tail went limp this time the majority of the pain was dead center between the wings, a spot that was hard to reach, ”The Hell!” Carrick cried out as he felt himself be pulled close to the woman who was staring at him.
Carrick’s eyes trailed from hers down to her lips, was she going to kiss him? Carrick’s body tensed as he tried to resist the down tug it wasn’t that he didn’t think she was pretty, it was just that he wasn’t being a fan of being caged then shot in the back then forced into a kiss, his second kiss with someone other than his mother, at that one he would have liked to enjoy with someone he carried about not someone that was holding him against his will. ”No! I don’t want to!” said Carrick as he continued to pull away his eyes trailing up to hers.
It was then he froze his body tensed all over as someone played rewind with his memories. The events of the day flashed by him, as Carrick suddenly felt the bump on his head and the empty feeling in his stomach. ”Where am I?” Carrick asked looking around the small room that had no windows and a lone exit. Looking down Carrick eyed the woman under him and he blinked again, ”Hi” he said simply as his wings and tail sprang back to life.
”Why am I on top of you?” he asked curiously as he slowly got off of her and looked around the room again. it was far to small for his liking, he couldn’t expand his wings to full length, something he normally would have avoided if he could have helped it. Carrick hated small and enclosed spaces.
Her heart was racing as fast as a rabbits. Her fists were balled into flannel and she was holding on to a kid who was… on top of her. Her forearms stung with the strain.
”Where am I?”
Good question. She made her fingers loosen and it was an effort. Noel was… not scared, but… ready to fight. She was fighting a child?
”Hi… Why am I on top of you?””[/color]
Noel sighed and let go of the creature on top of her. "I don't know." And the fact that she didn't know meant that she'd used her power. Noel did recognize the place. Well, not this one specifically, but she knew this was where she worked. If he was on top of her and the urge to fight was still pumping in her veins it was very likely that he'd attacked her. She'd had to use her ability to get out of getting hurt. Although… Noel ran a sore hand over the back of her head. No bump, but it sure felt like she hit her head.
Noel slid in as modest a way as was possible out from under the kid. "I think I hit my head…" It wasn't a lie. She was pretty sure she did. It was just that she hoped he would interpret it for the reasoning behind her sudden memory lapse. Noel spent a quick moment rediscovering her ever hurt. Forearms, back of head, fingers smashed… not too bad, but she was a bit banged up.
"You think we can get out of here?" And that was an honest question. She hadn't done anything to go against her boss, did she?
The bushy tail attached to Carrick’s backside swayed back and froth as he realized he still hadn’t moved off of the woman. As she slid he lifted himself and then looked at his arms, why was there bandages there? ”You okay?” he asked her when she said she had banged her head, he didn’t know why but he felt like he was more worried about this woman than he should have been. Looking around the room again he frowned slightly, ”We should try, I don’t like being in closed spaces like this, makes me uncomfortable…” he said simply as he extended a hand to help the woman up.
”I’m Carrick” he said quickly as he walked to the lone door and opened it and looked out into the hallway not really sure what he should be looking for, but he had a feeling that they shouldn’t just walk right out of the room. He had a feeling that it was some kind of interrogation room. ”Is this a police station? Regardless we should sneak!” Carrick asked curiously as he opened the door all the way and continued to walk around, his body low like he was stalking some sort of unseen prey.
Leaning up against the wall Carrick’s tail swayed behind him as he looked back to the woman and waved her forward the way black ops wave to each other. He turned his head around the corner and looked around, ”Clear!” he whispered as his wings opened and closed slightly behind him as he continued to sneak with his new companion.
Against her better judgement she let the kid go first. It wasn't setting right that they were just going to walk right out. Something wasn't right with the situation. Noel didn't exactly sneak after the boy, but she didn't just waltz out either. It was a safe sort of in between of careful observation before action.
She had to pause a long, long while when she saw her purse sitting outside the door. Were they letting them go?
"Clear!" The kid did a fair imitation of what one might see swat doing.
"Well go then" Noel made a 'shoo' motion with her hands and ducked a bit to follow at a kind of ducking squat. The front door was just sitting there... Yeah they had a card reader, but wasn't there more security? Once they reached the door, she used her card. It bleeped green and Noel straightened and pulled open the door.
Well, if her access wasn't revoked then there was no need to act all criminal. She put a firm hand on the boy's arm and led him to the stairs. Safer than the elevator. There were people, but no one seemed to think them out of line.
"So what's your name kid?" Noel tucked her purse under her arm and prayed that the kid had a place to stay for the night. She was not a charity, but it was freaking cold and she didn't know this kid from Adam except that he was probably a tagged mutant.
She would try to pawn him off somewhere, but she'd make sure that somewhere had heat.
Quickly darting across the hall as the woman told him to do so Carrick turned around to make sure the woman was following again. There was a door in front of them now and it made him wonder if this was the exit or another room leading somewhere. Watching the woman put a card into the door as it clicked green and opened Carrick felt his arm being grabbed firmly and his shoulder gave the rest of his body a good tug. Following the woman down the stairs he blinked to her as they descended the stairs to their freedom.
He liked the stairs; far better a choice than the elevator, which was small and crapped, certainly no place for a mutant with his abilities. Watching people pass them on the stairs one or two stopped and looked at his wings for a moment before continuing onward. He liked the fact that most they past paid him little mind treating him so differently what’s more was the woman who was holding onto his wrist. She didn’t treat him much differently either, he like that. He liked attention but it was only when he was performing or willing to show off he disliked it when people stared at him when he was trying to be like everyone else and go about his own business.
Carrick blinked for a second as she asked him his name; didn’t he already introduce himself as Carrick? Shrugging slightly as he continued to follow the woman Carrick smiled and said, ”My name is Carrick,” he said simply as he looked p to the woman who was placing the purse under her arm. ”What’s yours?” he asked curiously figuring it was common courtesy to give your name when one asks for one.
Still wondering where the place he and her were located at Carrick looked around the stairway hoping that he could find something to give him some information about where he was. That way he would be able to go back to the mansion if need be. He just hoped it wasn’t too late otherwise it would be difficult to get back to the mansion.
He looked at her like she was stupid when he said his name. Carrick? Really? That was his name? Noel miss stepped and had to grab the hand rail in order to wrangle her feet beneath her again. Poor kid. Visible mutation and a name that sounded like someone grabbed a hand full of Scrabble tiles. And as for her? She wasn't entirely clear on the point of her name. It wasn't an unusual feeling for her, but it always kicked up a little flurry of unease.
Rather than dwell, Noel pushed past the kid and opened the heavy metallic outer door. She regretted it almost immediately.
Her breath came out like a foggy ghost and wafted up toward the street lamp. It wasn't dark enough for the lamps to light, but they would soon. She wished she'd known where her coat jacket was. Instead she had to roll down her sleeves over her bandages and shiver.
"Do you have a place to go?" As much as she hated to stand around outside of the office building, there wasn't really any place better to hail a cab. She dug in her purse (past a hell of a lot of loose cash) and flipped into her badge since it was easier to open than her wallet. Noel? Really? Whatever. It would settle in eventually. "Name's Noel."
The cab rolled through the slosh and stopped at the curb. She opened the door and felt the rush of warm air. Oh how she wanted to dive in onto the germ infested (but warm) backseat. "Need a lift?" Because either way she was going home to change and grab a coat. Her sleeves were a bit bloody.
Once they brushed passed the large doors that led to the outside Carrick was hit with a gust of cold air and immediately once outside his breath could be seen. Teeth not yet chattering but wings shuddering upon the second the cold air hit them Carrick clenched his fists and tightened his chest in an attempt to create some body heat to warm himself up. The woman had yet to say anything but one she rummaged through her purse she spoke to Carrick. Her voice to him seemed a bit cold and distant giving him the impression that he was some sort of burden but he didn’t let it affect the conversation.
”Yeah…” he said quickly but paused as he looked up to the dim sky, which was progressing, to turn darker and darker. It was cold and night was coming, it wouldn’t be a problem if he was familiar with the area but, seeing as he had only moved to the mansion not to long ago he was somewhat of a novice to the skies of New York City which meant that traveling at night would be difficult and seeing as he wasn’t wear gloves or his hat he had a feeling that flying wasn’t really an option. ”I moved into the mansion on a hill, the one for mutants… only I’m not sure how to get there from here…” he said looking to a street sign to see if he recognized the name.
Unfortunately to Carrick the name wasn’t familiar what so ever and it was getting dark and he didn’t have a lot of money on his person for the bus or some other mode or transportation that he could comfortably fit in. wings made the subway near impossible to ride without some sort of panic attack something he didn’t feel like going through right now, even if he knew how to get where he needed to go to get back to the mansion.
”Noel” he parroted with a small smile, ”Like the song,” he said looking forward to Christmas, not only was it a awesome holiday but his birthday was that day as well. As the cab rolled up Carrick quit smiling and frowned slightly. He hated cars like this, small and no room to move but he knew that the odds of finding him way home tonight were slim. Reluctantly Carrick took a step forward and lifted his beat up wallet from his pocket and looked to the woman, ”I don’t think I have enough for the ride to the mansion…”
”I don’t think I have enough for the ride to the mansion…”
A quick look into her purse. "That's okay, kid, I do." Whatever kind of cop she was apparently paid in cash.
Noel slipped into the cab first and left the kid to sort out his wings.
"Xavier's on Broadway."
"Lady, that's Inwood."
She plucked three twenties from her bag. "You accept cash don't you?"
"Meter's running."
Noel ushered Carrick in faster. Yeah she didn't mind spending money if money had to be spent, but she wasn't just going to pay for this guy's kids' college classes because some kid was slow.
Unfortunately her apartment was clear across the island, but that wasn't stopping her from taking the kid home. Maybe she was paying for this guy's kids' education after all.
"So you're a student?" It was possible this was just a catch and release. If that were the case a little extra information never hurt.