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.
The way she was talking to him the shifter felt like a child again getting yelled at for ‘mischief’ something he got scolded for often when he was younger. His tail flicked behind him as he shrunk into each bite hoping that by him scarfing food it would be enough to change the subject. It wasn’t.
With a full mouth Carrick shook his head and then tried to swallow almost choking in the process at least he made it seem that way before he responded in hopes whatever he said would be the right answer or close enough to it. If Pippa knew that was one thing, he didn’t want all of SUPER knowing he was immortal (even though he wasn’t).
When she pinched the bridge of her nose the shifter smirked, it looked like she was getting a headache? Maybe that meant the conversation would end and she’d just forget about everything? ”Well, it doesn’t not- not mean that.” Carrick said leaning over a bit to get to Pippa’s height glad he was finally taller than someone older than him.
”On or off the record? My answer might change slightly.” Carrick raised an eyebrow trying not to implicate himself. The adventures with Zek would more than likely be frowned upon here at SUPER or at least a mountain of paper work for whatever intern Carrick handed his paperwork over to. Maybe he should ask about that... looking back to Pippa he decided now was not the time.
”Does it count when I shift? Tear me skin off don’t I?” he shrugged, ”Before and after the turn. I can give ya a demonstration if ya want.” debating another bite of the lunch he set it down and started to take off his shirt.
”See? Don’t worry darlin’ well get ya back in this body in no time!” the former shifter asked shoving a pair of fingers into his new mouth making sure not to cut his new tongue on the freshly manicured nails. Blowing hard a shrill whistle boomed around them. The cab seemed to almost appear by magic. Well magic and shooting over three lanes almost causing an accident.
Looking back to Rhia, ”Well considering I’m not in me kingdom I doubt it’ll have the same since of awe.” Carrick said rolling his eyes knowing that the only one that doted on his girlfriend in the states was well... him.
Approaching the cab knowing full well it was going to be difficult for all parties involved Carrick walked over and slipped an arm through his old one which was now bare after a shift. ”Come on love, gonna ‘ave to think small keep the wings close.” looking up to Rhia, yer gonna have to sit on the end unless ya want a face full of feathers.”[/color]
Opening the door for her Carrick gestured then climbed in after hoping with a window seat for the princess she wouldn’t experience the same type of anxiety he normally had to deal with while being in a enclosed small space. Carrick didn’t give himself time to think about it once they were all in.
”Xavier’s in Winchester....” he gave it a second before adding, ”Please.” while his newly effeminate hands grabbed hold of both Rhia’s and his former bodies knees. Eyes shut and breathing exercise resumed. This would all be over soon.
That’s twice the man called him friend. When the Texan said again there was visible distrust. Not because bullets flew, they didn’t roll and two... well Carrick didn’t really view the man as a friend. More of an acquaintance. If they were friends Carrick would have shot the man already. ”I thought they flew straight?”
”Emmm?” Carrick asked suddenly more skeptical about his role here. No sleeping till noon? They all knew he was a third car right!?!? His tail flicked irritably behind him as he followed the man named... ”Needles? That’s the cure?” he looked to his arms and thought of all the people he played with that had a substance problem. Carrick only ever drew the line at drinking and smoking. Anything else to him was a slippery slope.
”Yer joking right? Needles? Is that what we do here?” he asked before realizing the name of the cocktail the man was willing to offer. ”Ranger’s lactate? That sounds like a sexual harassment case waiting ta happen. I’ll stick ta hair of the dog if it’s all the same.” he knew it wouldn’t be. His other forms didn’t do needles meaning neither did the Irishman.
”She freelance? Probably neater handwriting too.” Carrick asked following the man till he opened the door. His head was the first to poke through the door frame. Something about the room made him feel uneasy. It... seemed like... there was going to be work to be done.
‘Flee?’
Ignoring his instincts he followed... ”Ya messing with me?!? Mike Hunter?” his accent might have slurred the words making it more clear what he was thinking. ”Did you changer yer name?” he asked looking to the man not wanting to piss the guy off who had shot him once already but couldn’t help himself poke fun at the name. ”Christ, thought I had it bad with Carrick!” he grabbed his side a little to chuckle. ”Mike Hunt!” his extra appendages shook with laughter.
”Sorry... couldn’t help it. Wasn’t expecting a name like that. I’m sure ya got a wicked sense of humor.” looking around the room he wanted to agree with the man but doubted he’d feel the same way after the ‘training’ session. ”Right, just glad yer not pointing a gun at me again. Any other situation is grand one indeed.” his tail flicked as he studied the room.
”So did ya pick out the montage music yet? Or is it my choice?” Carrick asked lowering his sunglasses and looking around at the pads and weapons. His mind already looking to the nearest exit that wasn’t blocked.
The Irishman shook his head, ”No.” holding up both hands he showed off the scared over holes that were in the center of his hands where he caught the knives of the murder clowns. ”I don’t think. I know.” it might have seemed like he was bragging at this point, he was.
”Well not all of them. Was probably gonna test it at the pinky and see how things went from there... when ya put it like that it does sound bad doesn’t it?” he sighed realizing it probably wasn’t the best method to test a theory. Then again he never had the best methods for testing anything. He didn’t even know he could fly till he was thrown off a cliff.
”Works better when I turn.” he added, ”New skin heals the old ones but...” he gestured to himself, ”Immortal now.” turning and opening the microwave and pulling the contents he grabbed a fork and started to scarf down someone else's food ignoring the name on the label.
With his mouth full he continued, ”Pretty sure we shouldn’t be telling the world though.” he had seen enough movies to know that there can only be one immortal and he didn’t want to fight for the spot.
The man who decided he wasn’t Jake was about to swing again at Carrick then stopped short when another voice from behind them echoed the mouth of the alleyway. Shifting his weight, he tried to put a little distance between him and his attacker who still didn’t reveal who he was and how he knew Carrick. ‘Little, Irish and kid’ gave him a heading at least. Did his old self cheat this man at some point? Wallet lifted or maybe some fake jewelry sold to him? This list was long and he was starting to wonder if he should reevaluate his life choices.
No, they were pretty good. Carrick was in a relationship with a real-life princess and he had disposable income for once. If only he had his guitar on him. Everything would have turned out fiiiiiine.
“Whose the girl?” one of the guys asked chuckling. “Carrie this your girlfriend? Need someone to protect you?” not Jake said as he looked back to they others and they all started to laugh. “He needs his girl to protect him!” Carrick joined in the laughter nervously and looked over to the girl whom he had never seen before. His hand still on the bridge of his nose but he managed to look down so he could see her over his hand.
”Not mine.” he said shaking his head glad the Princess wasn’t here. The last thing he wanted was to pull her into trouble again. He still hadn’t heard the end of it since he sold some of her gems to the magic users. Apparently, they don’t forgive easily. Which was fine, his other form still wanted a word with them.
”Soooo.... we good?” Carrick asked hopeful that now everyone had a good laugh they could put this behind him and he could put everyone here behind him before anything escalated. ”Well it that’s all me and...” Carrick looked over to the shorter girl, ”What’s yer name love?” before looking back to the ones who confronted him, ”Me and her will be on our way.”
‘Dodge!’ the voice in the back of his mind was a moment too late. Carrick doubled over as ‘not jake’ punched him in the stomach.
The compliment didn’t distract her. Damn. Maybe he wasn’t laying it on thick enough? Giving her a once over to compliment something else he stopped once he saw the gaze fixed on him. The shifter’s shoulders tightened up a bit and he suddenly felt the urge to run. To escape. It took him right back to being a kid trying to talk his way out of his mother’s stare.
”Kinda caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.” lifting his scared hand a bit and then put it in an imaginary ‘jar’ or disposal. His shoulders slacked a bit and he looked around to make sure they were the only ones in the room. They were.
Without being able to talk his way out of it with a compliment or a distraction he tried something else he rarely did unless it suited him. The Irishman told the truth. ”Listen... I ummmm...” how did one come clean with news such as this. Leaning in and whispering, ”I’m pretty sure I’m immortal now.” he leaned back after the reveal and made a gesture that it was a ‘head exploding’ revelation. It was. At least to him.
”Might have walked in on me testing me theory.” this time he was a little louder but his bravado returned with a flick of his tail. ”The healer back at the mansion said me powers stich meself up after all the scrapes I--- stumble across.” almost implicating himself he added. ”Testing limits and all that.” he smirked.
The Microwave finally dinged and his attention went to the microwave where he was reheating someone else’s lunch.
Next adventure Carrick was going to bring a selfie stick or at least put a camera on Zek so the focus was about the shifter. That was the biggest issue he had with Zek, they both loved the spotlight and while Carrick was fine sharing it, he didn’t like the amount of production value Zek had. Carrick was a little jealous. ”Maybe I will.” he said almost pouting a bit, his tail flicked behind him.
The flame the thrower was producing was a little disappointing, Carrick was expecting a show on a scale that was far greater than it was. Bummer. Maybe it was just a prop? Carrick had no idea that Zek was capable of controlling anything like heat or light so he chalked it up to a prop. The marshmallows melted in the bag and he looked confused. ”Gave ya a heads up!” he said regretting the decision.
The shifter was still hungry and now falling with a flamethrower.
The lights passed and Carrick appeared back to the sewars. ”Don’t forget yer prop.” Carrick said flapping his wings lowering himself to the ground before removing the backpack.
”Hopefully they get this place cleaned up before the next book club.” Carrick said looking around like he and Zek had nothing to do with this. There was a clown shoe lodged under some rocks and Carrick collected it. ”I decided to start collecting souvenirs.” he stated while holding onto the thing. ”Worst clowns ever.” he said disappointed.
When she turned off the disposal Carrick inched himself away from the sink and Pippa. No longer with his back to the cabinets he felt a little more confident in the situation and was willing to make eye contact again.
Just in time. Because if he wasn’t looking at Pippa he would have lost it at the question. He wasn’t on anything at the moment but still had a hangover from the night before. You survive a sewar full of exploding killer clowns you earned yourself a drink. There might have been few, along with a cigarette or two.
Was she asking or offering? Maybe she needed something? Most people don’t throw mugs. She did have to deal with the rest of SUPER. ”I’m gonna need a little more context?” his confidence faded a bit at the question.
”Now? No. But... Is there an exam? Might have some nicotine still in me. No one told me that be an issue. Helps with the pre-show jitters. Ha” he showed off his hands again shaking them trying to get her to crack a smile.
”New glasses? They look nice!” he added for good measure while his tail flicked behind him.
‘Fight?’ the voice in the back of his mind questioned not sure if the woman was more of a threat. Pippa had just attacked him but she also let him out of a prision cell so it wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. Was she friend or foe?
Ignoring the his instincts as usual the shifter looked up to the woman who clicked across the room till she was in striking distance. Carrick threw his hands up and started to back up until his wings were essentially on the counter. ”No I didn’t! You did! That be stupid!” Carrick shouted lying all too easily and ignoring the sound of the disposal so he could focus on yelling at mom.
”I’m a musician and a magician! Why would I do anything to put me hands in danger!?!” his tail flicked into the cabinet behind him. Holding them up to show they were fine, well minus the scars he had from where he caught the knives. Doc could have healed him better. He’d bring it up with the healer later, maybe in the form of a ‘staff review’ questionnaire. There were things the healer could improve on anyways.
”These are the money makers! Some could argue national treasures!” flashing his hands again and waving his fingers at her. Carrick continued, ”Was this because I didn’t fill up the coffee pot yesterday?!? Or ya mad Sabine’s Christmas gift cost more than yers?” maybe next year the moms wouldn’t get anything! That would show her!
Carrick refused to make eye contact with her. She was too close.
Before he could actually do what he was thinking about doing Carrick heard the shrill voice of one of his ‘moms’. His bushy tail shot up notifying the world he was taken by surprise and slowly started to turn just to take a coffee mug to the face. The mug connected and Carrick followed the blow staggering backwards. ”Aye?”
It hurt. Mug shots were painful and this would have been the first one since his ‘least preferred’ form decided to get into a shouting match and then maul someone. That was painful as well. Getting shot hurt. ”Awww!! Fer **** sakes!” Carrick shouted grabbing the area of his face that got smacked with the mug. Thankfully it was mostly cheek. He had two.
The glass wear clattered to the floor and shattered before Carrick could kick the thing back at his attacker. His ‘mom’ the person who kept him out of prison and gave him a job. Someone he sent flowers to recently just as a ‘thank you’ for keeping an eye on him. His look matched how he felt betrayed.
”**** ***** ******* why ya throwing mugs!?! Who throws a ****ing mug!” he shouted holding his cheek. One of his scrapes opened up again where he was hit. Was the lunch he about to eat hers? Was that why she did it?
Summing up his experience he looked for the nearest exit with a loud ‘Owwwwww!’
Mismatched colored eyes stared at the microwave as the countdown continued. Carrick didn’t know how this food would taste just that it smelled better than the rest of the food in the S.U.P.E.R. fridge in the employee lounge. A bushy tail flicked behind him as he grew more bored by the second. The plate rotated as it heated and Carrick had to look away otherwise he felt like he’d go insane.
In short the shifter was bored and when he was bored he did stupid things. Like call Zek and see what he was up to. Which usually resulted in a few scrapes and cuts the most recent incident left him sorer than most of the other exploits. His run in with his former Rap hero was nothing compared to the sewar clowns. Getting stabbed hurt a lot more than bullets that missed him.
Luckily for Carrick he healed faster than most and given that he didn’t shift recently that meant he had to rely on Doc at the school to heal him. Unfortunately for Carrick, Doc was also a teacher and felt a lesson should have been taught so the healer only patched up the big wounds. The ones that would have taken the longest to heal the scrapes on his hands and face however remained.
Still under the illusion that his powers healed him quickly from anything Carrick didn’t think much of it, the soreness and the pain went hand in hand with the shifter when he turned and this was nothing compared to shedding his skin. Literally.
Stifling a yawn he walked over to the skin and grabbed the utensils left out for Employee use and he ignored the ‘clean up your mess’ sign as something caught his eye. The garbage disposal. How fast did he heal? How bad would it hurt? On a scale from one to ****? Zek would have encouraged him to try it and find out. He was a good friend like that. Always encouraging Carrick to be his best self.
His left hand still had a stab wound where he caught the blade, pointy end in. It was a scar now but it was still tender. It couldn’t hurt any worse right? His tail flicked behind him as he turned the water on and the disposal and stared at his hand then the hole to the disposal. Then back to his hand again.
Catching his reflection in the steel paper towel dispenser he eyed himself ignoring the bandage over his nose and the few scrapes on his cheeks. ”Can only look better from here right?” he said to himself before moving his hand closer to the disposal as it roared, calling him in closer to test out his curiosity.
”I’ll explain it all in detail, can do it by song if ya want. Wrote a piece just fer the occasion. Might have ta give me a moment ta restring though, best done with set.” Carrick mused as he walked from the door. Should he be messing with the boytoy of his ex? Was this what she liked? A meat head?
Eh, it was none of his business anymore anyways. Lizzy made the choice to break the shifters heart, making it very clear where they stood. Something Carrick never let her forget. So much so he had even wrote a few heartbreak songs. All in all it was pretty grand song writing material.
”Another time perhaps. I am looking for Elizabeth, I was hoping she was alright considering she failed to meet me for our date. Is she well?” the behemoth followed Carrick in and shut the door behind him gently. Something that was surprising for the man’s stature.
”Dunno, not really the best judge of character on that one.” Carrick said strumming the guitar in front of the big guy, he did call him a bard and minstrel after all. It was less impressive with fewer strings but the big guy seemed impressed and distracted for a moment and that was often the best audience to preform for, ”Don’t fall fer her lies, oh-ho nooooo! It’s a all a guise! The truth, oh the truth can be seen in her beady eyes! Carrick sang with precision, with the confidence of someone who wrote the song from a event that shaped who he was. A brilliant musician!
The mansion hallways were quite, silent even which was a great time to test the acoustics of the hallway and every major room while they remained silent. Sure this was also a chance to give the mansion something that they didn’t know they needed given the time of evening, his voice.
”Glimmering more than the night sky, fiercer than a hurricane, ya give me a reason ta keep me feet on the grouuuuunnnnndddddd!” the Irishman sang strumming his six string a little piece he wrote for the Princess. She might have been difficult but she was the best kind of difficult for the shifter.
A string broke as he walked the halls and a flick of irritation was revealed by his tail. ”Fer **** sakes! Whose knocking at this hour? Don’t ya know it’s quite hours!?!” he started to play again then stopped after another loud set of knocks. ”Someone want ta get the door? Otherwise I got ta stop singing!” he said walking to the large wooden doors of the mansion ones he often was overjoyed to see. It usually meant it was the end of the day for him, either coming or going those doors were a gateway to where he wanted to go. Be a shame if someone knocked them down.
Changing the tone to a song with five strings his pace picked up a bit as he continued to sing this time something a little happier. ”Whose knocking at the door? Ya got me on the floor? Hope yer not a bore! Doubt I’ll be asking mooooreeeeeee!” Carrick sang and swung the doors open only to come face to face with a the torso of a giant.
His plan was to shout at the person, point out why it was rude to be knocking this late in the evening. To come back another day, ideally a time that had more people in the mansion, meaning a time when Carrick wasn’t there. He had better stuff to do anyways. Shifter stuff!
Instead another string broke as he eyed the behemoth before him. ‘Flee!’ the glowing was intimidating, his tail flicked not sure what it should do. His wings ruffled to make himself look bigger. His eyes narrowed on the glowing figure. ”Selling girl scout cookies a little late?” he asked knowing that wasn’t the reason he was here. The man in all his intimidation stared at him. Carrick raised and eyebrow and ignored his instincts that told him to run.
”Well, I didn’t grow up on a barn so if yer not here ta sell cookies, kindly **** off.” he said ready to slam the door shut only to hear the rumbling of the man’s chest as he reached his colossal sized hand to stop the door. In doing so Carrick had to move with the door.
”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.
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.”
