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 Gryphon shifter’s legs moved with the shark man’s nose and mouth as Sharkman tried to bite a chunk off of Carrick. His eyes closed for a moment, glad he didn’t have to deal with contacts. They would have fallen out at this point probably, even if everything was blurry he couldn’t imagine having to try and find two little round discs that went on top of his eyes.
”@@@@@@ @@@@ @@@@ blub blub blub.” Carrick shouted underwater as he was trying to move his wings so they cut through the water as shark man kept snapping. All he had was a stick and a shoe full of blood and the handful of seahorses in a water bottle. Everything else in his pocket was useless underwater. Carrick tried calling out for help underwater but knew his friend and probably wouldn’t get much of it.
More blood started to form with his struggles as he kicked the shark man as hard as he could to try and get him some altitude in the water. Unfortunately something bumped his wing as he pushed up. They flapped pulling water under him as he kicked with all his might till he broke the surface.
”I swear to god, I’ll jam this disco stick so far down this guys throat if he eats me you’ll never get it back!” he was pulled under again after inhaling a hand on his foot grabbed him and yanked so hard Carrick flew past him and sank to the bottom. The shifter put his foot on the ground and jumped backwards pressing a few buttons on the only thing he had in his hands.
The inside of the tank lit up with lights and muffled music along with a string of bubbles that became smokey when the escaped into the water giving a bad lightshow. Fortunately for Carrick it showed that there were other sharks nearby. Unfortunately for Carrick these didn’t seem like the type to make a deal.
Carrick never wondered what a millennial was until the radio said it for one he was Carrick and two there was a bunch of slang he seemed to miss out on when he got older and then deaged himself. Instead of trying to catch up the last few years he figured it was a tomorrow Carrick’s problem. The today Carrick had more to deal with. Like a red ball appearing overhead.
”Hey! Keep this up I’ll toss this in the shark tank!” he dodged the red ball but not the shark-man who jumped out of the ball of light and ended up falling on top of him. Luckily Carrick was used to carrying extra weight, unfortunately not this much. Trying to stay aloft he flapped harder as the massive person fell on him. The shark-man was still dazed only for another moment before he started to drool on the shifter.
”Fer **** sakes! Do sharks get rabies?” he asked flapping a few more times trying to stay aloft only to flap into the nearest tank. The tank Carrick said he’d toss the disco stick in should Zek keep it up. The shark tank.
Seemed like the Irishman was getting a bad deal out of this.
The troublemaker stuck out his tongue as he awkwardly stretched in his new pants either his legs grew three sizes after the shift or he guessed wrong on which pair of pants to borrow without returning. ”Really?” Carrick cocking an eyebrow and a smug grin as he walked to the next person and searched for their wallet. ”Sounds a bit out of character fer ya. Feeling alright?” he asked pressing buttons.
”Hector.... Gal-aventiez.” Carrick said reading the name again trying to commit it to memory. He also pocketed the money. ”Got his?” he smirked, ”Also let’s be honest there isn’t a lot of fliers that look as good as me in the city, even less of them are Irish, and even fewer of them are interns fer S.U.P.E.R.” he said going over to the lady who was still downed from the taser. The one that gave Carrick’s beast form the worst time, she too had a wallet. One fatter than the others.
”Coraline Tawas.” he read as he pocketed the money and the I.D. ”Hmmmm? Oh sure!” Carrick called back waving, ”Just leave a student of the Xavier school alone to deal with the police and find a way home! After getting involved in a mugging.” he chuckled. Carrick never said who was robbed.
”Later Lizzy!” Carrick said flapping his wings once and then hefting himself onto a dumpster over looking the unconscious bodies. Knowing it would press more of her buttons.
”Think we can all agree on that.” he said nodding his head while looking over the stunned assailants.
Then smirked at her comment about not even needing him there. Well he might have been the one to give her enough time so she could handle everything. The shifter doubled down and spoke as he pants the nearest male assailant. ”Right well yer welcome helping you come to that conclusion.” he grunted as he flipped over his target undoing the button and belt holding the pants to the man’s waist.
”I knew ya could do it all along, just wanted to make sure you knew you could as well.” he said smugly now just talking in hopes it would upset the biology teacher even more. ”Proud of ya Lizzy, you and you alone beat the crap out of these guys!” he flapped his wings once and pulled the pants up in a quick motion. Carrick was obviously was the type of guy to not waste time putting his pants on one leg at a time.
”Now you want to wait fer the cops? I think I got my statement memorized.” flashing his teeth and flicking his tail behind him. It popped up over the waistband. Reaching into the back pocket and removing the wallet he pulled the cash out and pocketed it. Tossing the wallet he started to see what other goodies the borrowed pants had.
”No... No... no...” Carrick said shaking the disco stick and pressing a few more buttons. The fog stopped and the music changed to an A.M. radio broadcast about horse racing. Well at least it was more useful now. It had been a while since the teen bet on the ponies.
”No.” he said again this time flapping once and avoiding the golden ball as it shot upwards. ”You can always just rinse the goo off!” he said about the mace as the gold ball started to slow and then speed up as it terminal velocity. Carrick watched gravity take over to the shiny ball and brought it downwards on the jelly head lady who was slowly reforming the dent.
”Look out behind ya!” Carrick said pointing the stick to behind Zek. A beam of light erupted outwards in a kaleidoscope of color blinding the shark guy who was charging with his mouth open. Carrick liked the fact that he could fly less teeth to deal with when you were airborne. Sharkman’s eyes dilated and he looked around confused still opening and closing his mouth.
”Ya think he makes necklaces out of his teeth?” the shifter asked as he hit another button. The stick echoed, “Dispatch.... there is something happening at the aquarium... might want to send another unit to help me out.... Looks like some kids are throwing a party.... ****ing millennials.”
”Wait am I a millennial?” Carrick asked shaking the stick until the radio frequency was changed out for some heavy drums. Carrick knew the song. This would work.
”the big lady...” Carrick said tapping her with a toe of his but keeping his distance his pale legs doing a good job at reflecting the sunlight. He’d be putting on quite the show if it wasn’t for the garbage lid. ”Sure, looks like I scratched and bit her but I recall yer the one that dropped her. Technically not my fault.” he said making sure their stories match up. Carrick was good at talking his way out of trouble.
Her correction got an eye roll as he watched a few of the bees fly about then head back into her purse. Well, it definitely was more effective than mace or a taser. Well, maybe not all that effective seeing as she also carried the taser, which in turn dropped the biggest of the group.
”I can fly, just not fer very long. Don’t know what I did but it’s a bit tender....” Carrick started to crack up at his own joke while looking to his sore wing. He moved it around a few times and winced as he did so.
”What stuff ya talking about?” he asked knowing this situation was awkward for Liz. Awkward for both of them but he also enjoyed making Liz uncomfortable. ”Oh! Yer talking about me clothes!” he said snapping a finger walking over to the downed guys.
”Sure, make the foreigner steal the clothes off the hard working Americans backs.” he rolled his eyes looking to the pants. ”There’s no hole fer the tail.” he frowned wishing he had Zek’s power of storing clothing.
”That’s a loaded question....” the shifter said his singing voice marred with hoarseness. He didn’t like roaring that much, it made breaking into song difficult something that was expected of him given the pride of his profession.
His bare cheeks sat on the pavement while he got his bearings his head still swimming from the shift trying to recall everything that had happened. He fought people, clawed at them... looking to his fingernails he spotted some moist blood and he cursed. The taste of blood still in his mouth. Attempting to remove the flavor of pennies the Irishman spit to the side and shook his head.
”I didn’t kill anyone right?” he asked having a feeling he didn’t. It was like when he rescued Amythyst he remembered most of the stuff his beast form did but it was hazy. Like he was in control but only partially paying attention. He looked to the woman who was down, ”I know that was you.” ignoring the claw marks on her body. Carrick recalled Liz zapping the woman with the taser.
”Yeah, they do that.” he wasn’t exactly concerned about the cops. His moms would bail him out if things got bad, and he didn’t kill anyone so that was a plus. The shifter found a lid of a trash can and hefted it up to cover his naked body.
”Do ya normally carry hornets?” Carrick asked spitting again then eyeing his tender wing and trying to move it. It wasn’t broken but it felt like it was. Should he just tough it out and try to fly? He flapped once lifting himself off the ground then landing again. He wouldn’t get far, the pain was manageable for now but back to the mansion? It would take him a while.
The distraction spoke the girls name and he looked to her, ”Have I lost it or is that little tree climber talking?” ‘Food!’ he shook his head ignoring his shifted form as it called the little talking creature food. Carrick preferred not to eat anything that could talk. Especially other mutants, even if him and his other forms differed on opinion over the matter.
Reaching out to grab the knife that floated in front of him he stopped short and then placed a hand over it and under it like he was preforming a levitating trick. ”And I think I figured out what the wager is.” he said distracting himself from the talking squirrel.
”Been looking fer a ‘lovely’ assistant.” he smirked air quoting the ‘lovely’. Sure Lenna was attractive but the shifter was already smitten by someone else and despite his over confident nature and his ability to flirt, Carrick was a one woman kind of angel.
Caught on the wind, bronzed wings stretched high above the mansion grounds flexing ever so slightly to keep him from flapping his wings. Something the Irishman took pride in, he groomed them frequently. They were a point of pride for Carrick and whenever he got a chance to show them off he did. Along with his tail, and his singing voice, and his guitar skills. Carrick just liked to be the center of attention.
When his mismatched colored eyes caught someone new walking up to the mansion entrance, he couldn’t help but feel the need to show off a little. Were they a parent? Did their kid owe them a favor or money? He didn’t know but figured he had time to investigate further. Biology was still going for another forty minutes at least.
Deciding not to scare the newcomer, he swooped low and off to the side, instead of shifting land however his wing seemed to be pulled by an invisible force because it didn’t do what it usually did. Carrick glided for a moment then turned quickly toward the old-timer waiting for his reaction. Carrick played it off as if it was exactly what he wanted to do. ”Here ta pick up yer kid? I might know ‘em. Who ya looking fer?” he flapped a few times and landed snapping his wings to his back.
Carrick smirked revealing elongated canines. His tail flicked behind him the way a cat’s does when it is about to pounce. ”I’m Carrie.” he offered giving a nickname just in case the stranger was there for a Carrick.
”G-ood” he mimicked in return to the blonde who seemed concerned for his well-being. He didn’t need pity he was the while his beast form waited patently his mismatched colored eyes focused on her then shifted to anything else. He didn’t want to make eye-contact less he’d see fear in her eyes or worse compassion.
”Feel...” his feral face turned into a slight smirk no doubt thinking of a thousand quips about he was taken. That she had her chance to ‘feel’ him. That he was happily smitten by another now. However he didn’t. Or rather couldn’t. A thousand words formed but he only managed one, ”Heh.” it was more of a low chuckle than anything.
She touched his wing and it recoiled slightly as she ran her fingers along it. There was a gruff sound that started as growl but then slowly started to turn into a purr. Only for a moment, it was still Liz and he didn’t like to be around her. Not anymore, it brought up too many memories. So he did what any Carrick would in this case and he growled slightly to mask what he was truly feeling. His teeth bared and then he slacked it into a smile.
The beast form rolled his eyes and flicked his tail in response. He knew it was broken. That was why she was checking it right? ”Br-oke.” he shook his head and then looked around for any other threats and he exhaled moving closer to a wall and the dumpster he was thrown into for a little more cover.
”Change.” that was the only warning he gave her before shifting back into his normal, sassy teenager self. However he was far more naked than before. Less fur to cover him.
”Aye aye captain.” he said grabbing the rod as it was tossed up into the air, Zek seemed to have the fighting handled. Which only infuriated the shifter more having fought most of Zek’s battles for him when they got into things. The grey woman vanished as did the lights and music. Again Carrick was more upset his friend wasn’t taking a few more hits. The amount of times Carrick took a punch for the guy....
Ignoring the blood that was dripping out of his shoe Carrick hefted the mace over his shoulder again then studied the no longer mystical disco stick. He never had a chance to study before but the more he looked at it there wasn’t any magic here whatsoever it was just a giant light show and sound system all in the shape of a walking stick. Maybe he was outgrowing magic.... the shifter laughed to himself knowing that was impossible then tossed the mace with one hand so he could focus more on the walking stick.
The mace went up and then came down hard into the jellyfish lady and seemed to penetrate her jelly flesh then pin her to the ground causing her to faceplant on the ground below. Carrick didn’t notice it as he blinded himself with the disco stick making the mistake of looking into the area where the lights came out. He saw a screw then nothing but bright lights, the stick kicked on and then started to play country music his least favorite genre.
”My eyes!!! My ears!!!!” there was another button his thumb found and he pressed it. Nothing happened other than some fog being generated from the magical stick. ”What can’t this do!?!” he shouted as his eyesight started to adjust again.
Liz spoke kindly towards him and it made him uncomfortable. He didn’t like this woman for obvious reasons and they very rarely interacted in the mansion. For better reasons. Carrick didn’t want to get kicked out of the mansion for being rude to the staff. Liz might have been the girl who broke his heart all those years ago but she was a teacher now so the best solution to his problem was to avoid her all together.
His beast form remained silent though prepared for any incoming attacks. His mismatched-colored, cat like eyes remained fixed on Liz while his pointed ears shifted around picking up sounds from all directions. She thanked him for removing the attacker she was under and he nodded his head slightly.
‘Mate?’ Carrick’s beast form wasn’t sure what was going on but Carrick shook his head trying to shake that thought out. ‘We only mate with royalty.’ he thought to himself. If his beast form was looking for that they could just as easily go find their girlfriend. Amythyst was always game and she was able to be around his current form easier than anyone else. She was his safe place.
”.... I won.” he growled nodding his head agreeing with Liz even though that wasn’t what she said. He was still Carrick despite having a furry exterior now and the capabilities of crushing a human skull in his mouth.
His eyes followed hers to his wing and he let out a low growl in response. It wasn’t directed at Liz, but rather the pain in his wing hoping it would be enough to scare the pain away. It didn’t work and his growling turned into a low rumble then to nothing. ”F-ine.”
His pupils dilated a few times as the ringing in his ears persisted, Zek’s muffled voice started to get louder as the ringing started to fade away. ”What kinda pool party requires guns?” he said more surprised by the order in which Zek formed the words. Seriously though it was Zek, it was more surprising to Carrick that Zek could still say something to surprise him. ”Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
Looking down to the mace he momentarily ignored Zek’s complaint. Grabbing the mace he grunted winced and tugged the weapon and dislodged it from his foot. A little more blood spurted out and he winced in pain again. ”****!” he exhaled and hefted the weapon onto his shoulder. ”That will wake ya up!”
”And yer music will put me back ta sleep, harps? Eh, guess it’s better than what it was.” he said shrugging, ”There an input fer it? Might be able to change the music on it.” he said thinking on it.
Watching as whale woman charged the two. ”**** that’s a big lady!” the grey woman charged the two and Carrick flapped his wings a few times taking to the air leaving Zek to handle her, ”Ya got this still right?” he said smugly.
Back against the wall Carrick’s beast form looked to the wall then back to the blonde woman. His fear subsided for a moment when there was a look of fear in the woman’s eyes. Good she knew he was formidable. Meaning his fur lowered a little making him look a little less imposing. She didn’t move meaning he didn’t either. His fangs still bared Carrick’s beast form waited.
She made eye contact and Carrick’s expression softened slightly he was no longer baring his fangs. She spoke and something in him changed he wasn't thinking about his pain or his territory. He was thinking about Liz. Liz said enough, it was over. His feline eyes shifted again surveying the scene, she was partially under the woman who attacked him and her hand was on the device. He studied it trying to figure it out.
Realization swept over him and his stance changed slightly to a more relaxed position on all fours he sat and sighed loudly, ”O-ver......” his vocal cords rumbled. It was still a struggle speaking in this form but it showed Carrick was back in control or at least as much control he had in this form. Leaning forward and taking a step towards Liz he grabbed the foot of the large woman with his claws and pulled her slightly so Liz wasn’t under her.
”F-Fight?” he shook his head and looked to his wing when he tried to move it. There was pain again. ”F-F-****”
The O’ Conner brothers stared at each other for what seemed to Carrick like an eternity. It was only moments but every fiber of his being was shouting at him to charge him. Attack, and then kill him. It wasn’t just his beast form’s suggestion even his Gryphon form suggested it. Tommy was right up there with their father for Carrick’s least favorite person in the world.
Tommy was the first one to break eye contact with his half-brother smiling, knowing it would only infuriate his brother more. Shaking his head thinking, ‘No, Da isn’t here. Yer lucky. It’s only me he sent. Ya bastard.’ Looking from Rhia to the woman Carrick was with he smiled more offering a hand to shake it. ‘A Princess?’ Carrick had seen the smile before, recognized it well. This was something of Carrick’s he wasn’t going to allow Tom to break. Amethyst meant too much to him.
Carrick stepped forward and in to the way of the offered hand preventing Tom from touching her. The princess didn’t know much about Carrick’s brother it was a subject he didn’t like to talk about. She didn’t know what he was. What he was capable of.
Showing off his claws he signed again, the gestures might have looked more menacing now Carrick made note to ask the princess about it later ”I’ll ask once, what are ya doing here.” Tommy threw his hand back like he didn’t mean any harm and then gestured to Rhia and then cheered Carrick and took a swig.
Mismatched colored eyes shifted from Tommy to Rhia, while their last interaction didn’t really leave pleasant memories about the woman Carrick didn’t think she deserved this kind of punishment.”Blondie, don’t think ya know who yer with....” he let the comment sit in the air before looking backing to Tommy. ”Surprised they even let ya in. Aren’t ya still a wanted man? Be a shame if someone found out yer here.”
The bartenders hand hovered over the shotgun for a moment. He looked to his wife who two was looking at the brothers she shook her head and sped up with a round of drinks prepared for the O’Conner boys and their dates. One proven method to keeping the peace.
