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.
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The smug grin the thief was displaying quickly faded as the realization set in that he couldn’t get out of the remaining time in the session. The Texan slowly approached singing the remainder of the song as if he had it memorized for this moment. ”EH? What do you mean it’s wrong. You said as soon as the song was over! This is what I get to fer listening!” a tennis ball zoomed in smacked him in the chest then bounced back sending him staggering back.
The low rumble in the base of his chest started up again like an old engine that just couldn’t quit. He was irritated. He couldn’t talk his way out of the situation and couldn’t fly out. What was next? Anxiety set in when he dodged another tennis ball. They hurt, but he’d heal. He’d roar but the song would keep being sung. It had the makings of a great song. ‘Caged beast’ every singer worth anything had an angsty song. Carrick was up to a dozen.
‘Fight!’
Carrick’s last ditch effort to end the round ended in failure meaning he was out of options. Dropping the phone the shifter jumped to the corner and kicked off of it sending him towards the one who was attacking him.
‘Fight!’
”Fine! Fight! My terms!” he said to himself and his other forms letting them know he was indeed going to fight. His muscles tenses and flexed as his wings carried him directly towards the man he had been trying to avoid. If this was just training he’d survive. He’d done it with Maya, Shin and a few others. He kept his other ‘selves’ in check when doing so, so why was this so different? Because this guy scared him on a primal level. The Texan already shot him.
Carrick let out another lion’s roar as he tried to pounce the man who was still singing hoping to help him forget where he was in the song.
”He wouldn’t have any interest in ya and he is the second. Ya put down the third.” Carrick said truthfully. ”Wouldn't give ya trouble unless ya started something.” his Gryphon form was proud and didn’t like being insulted.
Another minute of this? Carrick had been familiar with fights and knew that seconds could feel like hours. More so if you were getting your teeth kicked in. Thankfully this beating wasn’t that bad. Either Mike Hunt was going easy on him or Carrick was stronger. No that couldn’t be it, the Texan seemed too relaxed considering he was in a room with the shifter. Carrick couldn’t take him in a fight.
Catching a water bottle was easier than catching a blade midair and the last bottle of water that was thrown was snatched out of the air and thrown back at his attacker with significantly less force than it had a second ago this wasn’t supposed to hurt it, it was meant to distract.
After returning the bottle Carrick darted forward leaped flapped his wings once then dove for the phone playing the music. One minute left meant nothing to the Irishman. Especially if the music was turned off. ”I win.” Carrick’s pupils were still cat like and there was a certain amount of rage he was holding back.
Carrick smirked and turned off the music and chuckled. ”Beat yer game!” he relaxed a bit and then set the phone down. ”Now what?”
”What if I let the other beast out?” Carrick asked smugly flapping away from Mike Hunt hoping to keep the distance. He was faster than most humans, especially in the air. Here he was comfortable. Safe, even. That was unless he decided to draw a weapon again. ”Bet ya haven’t seen the other.” he said wondering if his Gryphon form was enough to take the man on. Carrick was bigger and stronger in that form.
”No.” Carrick responded it felt like it was the opposite of what he should do. ”It feels counterproductive to me health.” not only would he be injured but then he’d have to explain it to the Princess why he looked like that and then he’d get an earful again. The shifter didn’t like making her mad. That too seemed counterproductive.
The water bottle zoomed by after he watched the man charge up for the shot. The first two missed the second one hit him on the shoulder. Causing his balance to shift and him hit the ground for a moment. Luckily he rolled and jumped back to his feet. Practice makes perfect and it was a favorite past time of his to practice with the entertainers in the circus.
‘Kill’
”I got it.” Carrick muttered to himself leaping into the air again and flapping a few times. Trying to keep the distance again. How long was the song anyways? Eyeing the phone Carrick’s smile widened then dropped to the ground. He just had to keep his beast form in check till the end of the song right?
”Fair point.” Carrick said lying. His tail gave him away as he brought his hands back up into a fighting stance. Carrick was toying with the man. His bruises would heal but he doubted Mike and the others would let Carrick live it down if he just took the beating. ”No beasty till the end of the song. Got it. Come on then.” The thief just had to get to the man’s phone.
”bE gLaD I’m not tRyIng tA hURt yA.” Carrick muttered to himself loud enough for the Texan to hear. It was sassy and it came with all the head bobbing as he spoke. Carrick always had two things before he could start cashing the checks his mouth brought him, the inability to shut up when he needed to and a quip.
‘Kill!’
The quip had to wait, Carrick was doing everything he could to keep himself from shifting. Someone wanted out, and Carrick didn’t want that to happen. Mauling the trainer might be found upon in the S.U.P.E.R. intern handbook, which he still didn’t know if it was a thing. Not that he’d read it anyways. Carrick hated homework.
‘Dodge!’
He blocked. Carrick closed his forearms to the punch and roared as he felt the impact, no doubt heavy bruising was in his future. At least when his da hit him it wasn’t in the face. The roar deafened on the padded walls and floor. ”Beasty was distracted.” he recalled. The fight was to protect the princess after all. Who could have guessed the reason they got so close was the thing the thief had been trying to shut out the most.
”Ya already hit me. Doesn’t that mean I lost?” Carrick didn’t like losing. Shaking his forearms out he saw the next attack coming for him and flapped his wings backwards creating more distance between the two helping to avoid the roundhouse that defiantly would have connected.
The room wasn’t big. In fact if his trainer jumped he would have been able to hit him. ”I’m trying ta. You keep trying ta hit me, and the bird I got control of.” Carrick made sure to keep some distance between them while still airborne.
The shifters head went up as Mike Hunt explained futher. ”Ah!” that was what he meant. That made a lot more sense for a government agency that had the power to make him an intern and keep him out of prison for ‘allegedly’ mauling someone. ”I’ll stick with the work beer.” the shifter finally decided. ”Hold the piss though. Already got en ough of that in me.”
His bushy lion’s tail flicked behind him as they exchanged friendly jabs at each others names, ”Heh, don’t insult me mother like that...” he flashed his teeth with a dramatic pause before adding, ”it was easily a five week bender.” in truth his mother stopped drinking when she realized she was first pregnant and never touched the stuff again. Maybe it was a hell of a bender that resulted in his name.
The music started to play, pointed ears twitched to welcome the sound of the guitar and it only took a second for him to realize that it was a country song. ”Oh...” his tail dropped behind him a little in disappointment. However that disappointment was short lived, very short lived for the lesson already started it seemed.
‘Flee!’
Carrick mentally kept the notes as they were given to him before he realized there was a lag in his instincts because when he got the feeling to run he was already falling to the ground. Everything was black for a moment before light rushed back in to view and he staggered catching himself from face planting.
His pupils dilated turning to cat like slits as they adjusted to the light again and Carrick started to curse, ”**** I’m just an intern.” this was work place harassment right? ”Hit harder than me da.” there was a low rumble in his chest that could be mistaken for a growl.
”Got it. We’re fighting.” ‘Flee!’ his teeth clenched as he felt the surge of a shift start. He was losing control again. He thought of the princess and tried to calm down, she was the only one who could control him. Taking his sunglasses off he tossed them to the side where the phone was playing. His facial expression looked contorted as if he was in pain.
”Dodge... right.” Carrick cracked his neck and brought his hands up to his face. Why did he have to drink the night before? Other than the fact it was free. ”My problem is I always have a plan ta kill everyone I meet. How I got this gig in the first place. Ya shot me.” the growl got louder.
The shifter didn’t need to try and understand why Rhia swapped people. He got it. It was the same reason he shifted when he knew he’d do some property damage. It was fun. Something different from the usual and entertaining as heck. Why she swapped him now twice... he couldn’t understand that. ”Cause she’s a monster.” the former shifter said eyes still closed and squeezing knees every time the car hit a pot hole.
He wasn’t in a coffin in his girlfriends body, he was flying in his own in a wide-open space, high off the ground.
This was fine.
”Ya met me twice now. Both times ya swapped me, almost made Gryphon form kill someone.” eyelids were shut tight as to not see anything beyond the metal coffin they were riding in but it was an obvious eyeroll. ”Tommy can’t tell the truth. He’s a miserable **** that wants everyone else to have what he has... nothing.” except for daddy issues that is. Something he and Carrick shared. Mainly because their father was still alive.
”Blondie. I got two beasts living in me body. Be glad Amythest could figure out how to tame it. There won’t be a next switch... right?” the former shifter said turning his closed eyes to Rhia who was sitting next to him. ”Murder is me family’s business and I try ta stay out of it.” letting out a sigh.
”Stir the pot...” Carrick scoffed, and mutter under his breath loud enough for everyone to hear, ”Try a spoon next time and stir yer own pot.”
”We close?” Carrick knew better than to ask. Everything was fine.
”Well fer starters she isn’t up here?” Carrick asked like it was a dumb question. ”Sure she’d ghost someone but she wouldn’t leave her dog or that bird at the mansion unless she was coming back right?”
”Look, I ran inta some magic whammy users down there and have held book club there. Murderous clowns might be down there but hey, it’s a spot we haven’t looked yet right?” the shifter flicked his tail and looked between the pair. ”I’d rather not go into an enclosed space unless I have ta. Does me grade depend on it?”
”Yep. Big guy?” Sam and Hercules were on the same page, before Carrick could move a muscle Hercules already picked Carrick up by his arm and held him over the hole and then dropped him. Instead of fighting it the shifter just started yelling. ”Aye! Leego!” next thing he knew he was in the sewars again. It always ended up in the sewars.
”Hate ya both!” he called up as the giant was next landing in a large puddle of what he hoped was a dead rat. Sam landed next then the air got colder again. ”Sure ya can make it cold but can ya do anything about the smell?” already knowing the answer.
”Carrick take lead, you’re eyes and nose will help. Herc you’re next, and I’ll follow from there. I can feel for body temperatures.” Hercules nodded and started to glow a little. No doubt so he could see for himself.
”Sure... smell.” Carrick muttered as he started to move recognizing some of the tunnels he had fled from recently. ”Don’t want ta be back down here...”
Chinatown was a flop, and so was the ‘Road Watch’. No one had any information on them. Neither did the last bar the shifter walked out of. Putting on his glasses he looked at what time it was. Well... it didn’t matter his class wouldn’t have had a teacher anyways and the next one wasn’t for a few hours.
”Carrick! Been trying to call you for two hours now!” the voice rang out as the shifter popped the ear piece back into his ear and turning it on. Stifling a yawn, ”This turn on automatically when they get put in?” wondering he tested it out listening to Sam’s voice fade in and out as it got closer. He heard every word but none of it mattered he had his answer.
Oh right! A the mission! ”Ya, was checking a local watering hole. No sign of our ‘dame’.” Carrick’s mind was still stuck in Noir mode as he continued on with his character he had developed to make the search more interesting for him.
”PAY ATTENTION!” Sam shouted in the other end as Carrick jumped a bit in reaction. ”It was right then and there the my old teacher. The man who taught me everything about being a private eye. A Dick. I knew that what he had to say next was important.” Carrick said monologuing as he took to the air trying not to chuckle too much.
”****ing Christ... China town. Did you see any sign of her? Just meet me at the warehouse district! I haven’t checked there yet and you might get a better view.” there was a gunshot in the background on the other end and the line went silent.
”It was the words I’ve been searching for all along. I knew where to go. The warehouse district surly it have our missing gal. I still think she stepped out on her man but it was none of my business. Guess I really am a softy.” Carrick continued now in the air flying and masking his accent to his best ability.
”Yer not her either!” it was another man with long flowing blonde hair. Carrick was staring to wonder if there was a convention of some kind in town that was the third one in three blocks. The shifter yawned and stretched and took to the air again upset he wasn’t making any money from this. This was prime gig time.
Flying over the streets his eyes zeroed in on anything yellow that stood out as it moved or flowed in the wind. The top of head was something he tried to forget but when you spent so long trying to avoid something you sear it into you’re mind. That was what Carrick was feeling as he dived back down closer to the street dodging a semi truck as he did so. The driver honked loudly and gave Carrick the New Yorker salute which he returned in kind then stopped.
”Wait!” Carrick shouted as he turned and landed on the roof of the vehicle. It was stopped now so he had a moment. Red lights were impossibly long in the city.
”I’m not hear ta rob ya! I’m looking fer someone!” “So am I! What of it? They got apps for it!” the driver said in the thickest new yorker accent the shifter had ever heard. His hand went to his side and held it there for a moment.
”Nah mate, not like that! Someone one is missing! A girl, well more of a woman. It hasn’t been a full forty eight hours so no one really cares but figure I’d do what the cops can’t.” Carrick found his motivation. His mind already turned into a noir scene.
”She’s a blonde gal, frizzy hair. Wondering if yer secret network of truckers could keep an eye out fer her! She’s a good person, not a fan personally but I agreed ta help look fer her.” there was a long pause as the driver stared ahead. The light turned green and the truck started to move. Carrick remained on top of the vehicle and waited for a response. “She got a name kid?”
”Yeah, Lizzy!” the shifter spat out excited his plan was working, maybe this meant less of an effort was needed.
The radio died down as the trucker grabbed the CB radio mic. “Little Roy checking in, how’s everyone doing tonight? Got a missing person was hoping ya’ll could help me out! Blonde woman, goes by Lizzy. Too soon for the police to do anything told this fella I’d help out. Anyone notice any blondes in any situations tonight?”
There was a pause but the radio clicked on and other drivers started to check in. Carrick had only heard rumors of the ‘Convoy watch’ but to actually see it in action?!? Carrick climbed up the front of the truck and sat down above the diver and waited listening to the other drivers checking in. His tail flicked beside him as he rode around for a few blocks hoping someone would check in with good news.
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It took a lot of convincing but when the massive oaf ripped off his shirt and started glowing Carrick would have done anything to get out of there. Why would they let someone who was radioactive into the mansion? What kind of establishment was it? Was no one worried about the kids?
”Did ya try at-”
”For the last time! She’s not just sleeping on the mansion grounds somewhere! Zorro would have found her already and you already checked! I caught YOU sleeping in a tree!”
Carrick only heard a third of it due to him removing his ear piece as Mr. Freeze stated yelling again. Honestly this was why no one liked him. That and he might have kidnapped some kids at the mansion... really... was no one worried about them!?! That’s fine it almost wasn’t his problem anyways, one more year and he’d be out of there. Maybe him and Amythest could get a flat somewhere with a roof and a view? A thief could dream.
”So I just fly around and look for blondes?” Carrick asked sighing loudly circling over. ”Ya sure this isn’t something you could do without me?” there was some cursing in the distance as the icemancer vanished behind one of the buildings. He wasn’t speaking into the ear piece but was close enough the shifter could make the words out.
”Sir! How dare ya question me honor! I told ya I’d help fer a good grade and a pay raise and I meant it. Carrick O’Conner is a man of his word!” sometimes. Sam and the shirtless one didn’t need to know that. ”Oh! Another one!” Carrick said diving away from where Sam went down.
”Aye Lizzy! …..” Carrick stopped abruptly as his wings kicked open to stop the momentum. That was when he wasn’t talking to Liz, he was talking to a man with long golden locks identical to Liz. It looked better on the guy. It didn’t make him sad. ”Yer not Liz.... ****!” before flapping and talking off again. ”Wrong blonde!”
Air escaped his lungs in a wheeze and a grunt, his head throbbing from the punch to the nose and his more aggressive form shouting. ‘Fight!’ ‘Kill!’ ”Uncalled fer,” he coughed while a little blood shot from his nose.
”Kimmy. Beautiful name. It was me mothers name.” Lied Carrick as he coughed a bit more expelling the rest of the air in his lungs so he could breath properly. Not Jake dropped to the ground after the attacks from Kimberly holding his stomach. ”Sucks doesn’t it.” he said to Not Jake before turning his gaze up to Kim.
”My hero!” he practically swooned as he stood upright holding the bridge of his nose and blowing a bit to dislodge anything stuck in there. ”Oww.” did he deserve it? Probably, but he would have preffered to know exactly what he did to piss these guys off.
”So... We good?” he asked again a little more confident now that he didnt’ have to shift and kill someone. Pippa would have been furious with him if he did and he knew that Amethyst would have something to say about his nose.
Kimberly darted forward as the men who were surrounding him dispersed to fight her off. Was this what Zek got to see when he let Carrick do all the fighting? If so he could get used to it. ”Right... Well... if ya have any more questions fer me direct them to me knight.” his tail flicked and he looked up as someone charged and tackled him to the ground. ‘Dodge’ ”Yer late!” he grumbled to himself as he went down and started to tussle bringing his hands up in a guard as the bigger guy climbed on top of him.
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The shifter was uncomfortable, Pippa seemed worried. Was it because he worked for SUPER? Anything bad he did reflected poorly on them? It was weird for people to worry about him. Amethyst he understood worry about him but others? Was Pippa worried she’d look back for recommending Carrick for SUPER? His tail flicked in irritation when he thought about it. She did put her neck out for him.
>>> "Don't make me spray you with a bottle of water."
He bared his teeth and let out a low hiss, something he very rarely did unless people treated him like a cat. Which he was part but still, it was kind of insulting but he didn’t dwell on it. His tail flicked and his eyes darted towards the nearest escape. Which was behind her. Clearly this building wasn’t up to fire code. Should have been a window he could have darted through at least.
”Stings... but Fair.” he said a little disappointed when she verbalized why she was worried. He was right. ”Insist is a strong word.” scrunching his nose he continued, ”Tossup between being put on a leash to being stuck in a cell, I’d take the leash gives me a little room to roam at least.” he regretted shifting and mauling that guy that put him here in the room where he was being questioned.
”Pretty sure I’ve been an upstanding intern! Showed up ta training, started paperwork, tell jokes ta lift the spirits of the suits!” his tail flicked more as he had to justify why it was a good call to keep him as an intern. Next Christmas Pippa probably wasn’t going to get a gift. That wasn’t true, she still kept him out of jail.
”Promise, I’ve been on me best behavior.” Carrick lied, best behavior was boring, and he didn’t start anything. Just happened to be there when **** hit the fan.
With a huff, he sang like the caged bird he was the more he was pressed to tell her something ”I might have run inta a clown. Threw knives, could make balloon copies of himself, threw knives. Shit clown really, pretty sure he was killing people down in the sewars. Or happened upon all those bodies. Some of them were strung up so there was something fishy going on there.”
”Any who, me being the skilled performer that I am tried to catch a few of the blades. Painful reminder it’s not like riding a bike.” he said showing his hands and the scars where he caught the blades in the center of his palms.
”I mean, I started catching them right after the third one but still it’s the fact that it took longer to recall how to catch them. I was just going to book club honestly.” he said knowing it sounded like a made up story. Most of the adventures he had with Zek sounded made up when he thought about it.
It was then he stopped speaking and inhaled, because the entire time he was reenacting and telling her what had happened he realized he forgot to breath.
There would only be one reason to shift in the lunch room at SUPER headquarters and that would have been best if there were no witnesses. At least not for the shift, anything after would be fine. The shifter was still dead set on surprising Mike Hunt, a Gryphon jumping out from behind a wall would probably do just that.
The Irishman just added a little bass to his voice acting up the part as if he was going to shift, ”Ya sure? Been getting better at it! Only would break a table this time. Promise!” his voice returned back to normal and he raised an eyebrow in Pippa’s general direction when she said his name and followed it up with another question. One he had been set on avoiding, least he’d get himself into trouble with one of the moms.
”Define injured?” Carrick asked trying to by some time for himself so he could manage to escape the questioning all together.
”I mean, Doc patched me up, might have left some already existing holes to heal on their own.” hiding his hands he put them behind his head and held the pose, ”I might come into a bump or a scrape now and then. Concerts, magic tricks, clowns, the danger room... I mean nothing that would warrant ya to worry about me.” he said lying, his tail flicked revealing he was uncomfortable. It was also clear he was choosing his words carefully.
>>>"Exactly. Total not enjoying this. Purely curious."
”Well then, no scenic routes then!” he said confidently looking to the sky to gauge weather conditions. Cold was all he had to worry about well and freezing. Did Praxi freeze? Carrick wasn’t sure but he wondered if the plastic bag was enough.
”I’ll accept that! Me teachers don’t, at least not my best----" he flashed a wink in her direction with a toothy grin until he noticed she was now naked. Well at least not wearing any clothes. Was that considered naked? Yes, he believed that counted.
”Errrrmmm... right well....” he averted his mismatched colored eyes and reached for the bag helping to hold it open hoping the red in his cheeks faded soon. They didn’t. After he grabbed her clothes and bundled them up shoving them into his shirt so he had less to hold on their adventure. The bag was already questionable.
After tucking in his shirt he reached for the bag. ”If yer sure this is a suitable means of transport... Who am I to tell ya otherwise?” he said shrugging and hefting the bag. Which was surprisingly light given there was a Praxi in it. Why did he think she’d be heavy?
The color in his cheeks returned to normal as he raised one hand to his mouth to do one of his favorite impersonations of an airline pilot. ”Uggggghhhh.... Ladies n’ gorgons this is yer cap’n speaking please keep all hands feet and any other forms ya may want to take, inside the bag at all times. It’s ughhhhh.... little cold hopefully that means we will have clear skies.” Opening his wings he flapped once twice and then was in the air slowly rising from the ground.
”Only lost three passengers and I’d prefer not to make it a forth, gonna finish strong this year.” he made a mental note not to preform any aerial stunts until he knew what the bag was capable of. Last thing he wanted to do was try and catch her if the bag ripped.
