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.
His wing was limp, his body ached but he had to get up or he’d be killed. Eaten. Such was the way of the world to think he had been an alpha for so long just to come across someone more fit for the role than he? No.... he’d fight! He’d win!
Carrick’s body surged with rage as he growled and pulled himself upwards standing on all fours he was backed into a corner. The woman clearly didn’t want to mate. Meaning there was just the one option now. He was going to have to kill her. A feral smile formed, teeth bared. The shifter was about to lunge then stopped as the blonde woman ran to the other alpha and jumped on her then dropped said alpha. Carrick watched as the woman seized then dropped heavily onto the pavement.
She didn’t move. Looking to the blonde woman he growled at her for taking his kill. Did she want to fight now as well. This woman.... made him sad. The beast form couldn’t figure out why but he felt sad when he looked at her. His cat like eyes slowly rounded as he studied her. She took out the alpha who gave him trouble did that mean she wanted to fight? Mate?
His wings flapped, well one of them did the other one was just painful to move so it didn’t. He couldn’t fly like this, he couldn’t keep his territory protected like this. He backed up slowly till his backside hit the wall growling all the while letting the blonde woman know he would not be an easy kill.
Tommy didn’t want to find out anything else after her comment. He wasn’t sure what to make on it but figured this would be entertaining either way. It was known that the O’Conners were suckers for entertainment. Even his half-brother the freak with the wings and tail seemed to inherit the trait from their father.
>>>> ”Howdy there, fancy seein’ you again.”
It felt like time stopped, his brother’s tail perked up for a moment and Tommy had a flashback to what was going to happen next. He was tempted to take a step back but decided if he needed to he could pull Rhia in the way if his brother did attack. Carrick also inherited their fathers rage issues.
Tommy didn’t say anything. He never did. His phone sat in his pocket and his arm was wrapped around his date’s. His free hand raised a pint when the pair turned and he smiled as well. His toothy grin, one Carrick knew all too well. The one he smiled when he was going to hurt the little shifter.
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Carrick played a ladies man often in fact having confidence and the ability to flirt had open many doors, got requests and usually kept the audience focused on his performance. The Princess knew however that in real life he was rarely that. He’d only just started to communicate with her and actually talk about how he felt about her. Carrick knew this so before he could turn around, he spoke clearly.
”Well, howdy yerself lov- oh it’s you.... Blondie....” he said first noticing the woman as he turned in his chair his hand on his pint and the other reaching out for the Princess’s. ”Ya come fer the show....” Carrick trailed off and locked eyes with his brother. His eyes narrowed on his brother look changed. ‘Fight!!!!!!’
Instinctively a low growl started to rumble in his chest as he stared. What was Tommy doing here? Did that mean their deadbeat Dad was as well? If he held onto the pint glass it would have shattered in his hands. He made sure to pull both hands incase he hurt Amythyst as well. His nails did start to elongate and become razor like. So it was good he had enough sense to do so.
”Tom.” Carrick growled. The owner’s ears perked up and noticed the O’Conner boys meeting for the first time in their establishment since they had a pub back home. One that the two boys and their father destroyed multiple times. “Fer **** sakes...” he said placing his hand on the shotgun under the bar.
Moving his hands signing out what he was saying, ”Ya got no business here brother.” Carrick knew it pissed off Tom. Who was just mute. Not deaf. ”Better tell me Da isn’t here...” he needed to call his moms at Super. They’d want to know.
‘Are you sure?’ Tommy asked suddenly feeling like he didn’t waste his time looking for a little fun while he was in the states. Sure they could have fun but confronting his brother on one of his dates.... this was more than enough to give Tommy everything he needed to have a good time.
And icing on the cake they met before. She made one hell of an impact? Did she sleep with him? Suddenly the idea of being around someone who slept with his brother grossed him out. The only thing that betrayed his thoughts was the raised eyebrow as he took a sip of his pint. Finally he texted, ‘Do I want to know how you made the impact?’ he asked before smirking at her reaction to the beer. ‘Good right?’
Tommy stood took a breath in and then pretended to get the shakes out (he was limbering up for a fight) things always ended in a fight when the O'Conner's were involved especially two of them. Grabbing his phone and his drink he then offered an arm to Rhia, with a smile and a look of determination. Either way, his brother’s night was about to be ruined. Either from him or the woman he was with. Tommy’s eyes stayed fixed on Carrick’s back studying his wings and tail.
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Something was wrong.... well more wrong than the pint glass breaking in your hand or a guitar string snapping twice right in the middle of a performance. ‘Fight!’ his pupils turned to slits. Carrick tried to ignore the feeling hoping it was just a delayed reaction to the glass breaking and causing him pain. He knew it wasn’t all he knew that he was on edge.
Distracting himself, he did what he normally did to do so and he talked... a lot. ”Well love, elegant it might be but a bit more dangerous eh?” he asked with a smirk sliding his pint glass closer. Either to drink it or throw it at whoever was setting off his fight or flight instincts. ”I mean, I did have to save ya from some magicians.” he made sure he took all the credit it on it. Mirror and Sam were only there to help.
”Sides, you imagine if I could do that too? **** I’d never have to worry about money again, get a new guitar everyday fer the rest of me life.” he chuckled and shook his head, ”Maybe even buy a recording studio?” would he buy fame? Absolutely. Then he paused. ”Wait, I’d flood the market then... and that’d be bad.... right?” he asked recalling her warnings about the use of gems.
Carrick took a sip of his drink then stopped, a chill running down his spin. He was about to be attacked.
The reference was lost on Tommy, but he got the feeling she was flirting with him. Having never listened to anything but what his father listened to and that was their folk music and the occasional rock song that went global. Leaning back a little Tommy smirked. Yanks.
She ordered the same thing. Weird, he was almost forgetting why he came to America. Maybe he should enjoy himself a bit more than what he was planning. A good old fashion half brotherly beating.
The silent Irishman raised an eyebrow to the woman from Texas. While he heard everything was bigger he never heard that they were so astute. Or was he being too obvious with his glancing it was hard not to get up and throw a pint glass at him. Tommy hated the bastard. Looking from the phone up to Rhia he gave a ‘so-so’ hand gesture. Trying to hide said hatred.
Forcing a smile he elaborated via text, ‘Not mutually exclusive. He owes everyone a lot.’ Tommy rolled his eyes in person for emphasis, ‘He’s my half-brother and an Eejit who does nothing but takes.’ he sighed and then didn’t type what he wanted to that tonight Carrick was about to take something else... another beating.
‘Not sure how to approach him though, looks like he’s with a girl though. Be easier to talk to him if he was by himself.’ he texted his thoughts. Tommy was just planning on waiting for a moment to strike when they leave the pub. It wasn’t the first time he had jumped someone leaving a pub.
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”Barely had any.” Carrick said looking at his hand which was now being covered and studied by the princess. At this point he didn’t even want a drink but he didn’t want the princess the satisfaction of him telling her she was right. Carrick’s tail flicked and he started to purr again when she tried to comfort him.
”Aye, I bounce back pretty quick.” he smirked opening his hand and studying it himself, ”Got ya holding me hand. Think I’m alright right now.” he said raising his eyebrows to her along with his wings. Almost ignoring the glass that was placed next to them while the owners not wanting to interrupt got out of there quickly after delivering the drink.
One of his wings opened obscuring the visual Tommy needed to break the glass once he had it in his hand again. Carrick’s good hand grabbed the drink and pulled it closer, ”See, right as rain!” he took a sip and set it down next to him. ”Yer not squeamish when ya see blood are ya?” he asked looking to his hand then back to her.
Despite the having the Morningstar and the disco stick he still wasn’t ready for the gun to go off. Suddenly there was a painful surge of sights and sounds. His eyes adapted but everything else. Jumping to the side when the gun went off he dropped the staff and the Morningstar one onto his foot as his hands shot up to his ears. ”MOTHER ******!!!!” he shouted the staffs light still going off along with the music. Carrick almost forgot about the stupid staff. Almost.
Looking down he saw the mace impacted on his shoe. It didn’t bounce it just lodged onto it and into the top of his foot. His ears rang out deafening him to what Zek had just said. The shifter continued to curse as he threw his hands down towards the mace as if yelling and cursing at it would be enough to scare it off and out of his foot. It didn’t.
While this was happening also unaware to Carrick was the blood that splattered from the shark guy and landed on a few of his friends. Their eyes went wide as they experienced a blood frenzy. The wailing continued for a moment till the bloodlust drove them wild. One of the effected members of Herman’s group turned and attacked the source. Their ally. Before he could scream for a different reason from being shot he was already being pinned.
Blood started to seep out from the bottom of Carrick’s shoe also effecting Herman’s group. ”Give me a ****ing warning before ya pull the trigger! Fer **** sakes why is that thing loaded!” he asked his ears still ringing.
”Are any of us alright?” he asked shaking his head and somersaulting off of the wing of his preferred form and landing on his feet. Instinctively he threw his hands up in the air like he just completed some acrobatic feat. Lowering his hands, ”Was really wishing it was a bad dream.” he said with a loud sigh.
Looking back to the other shifter on the back of the Gryphon, ”Can ya still shift? Hadn’t tried meself but it’s all quite up here.” he said tapping his head then looking back to the Gryphon form. ”We got to go get him don’t we?” he asked mirrored eyes locking on each other. There was understanding and both the Gryphon and Carrick huffed loudly tails and wings drooping saying more than either one could vocalize.
”Aoi... go and make a run fer it. I’ll never sleep again knowing I let the dumb me loose. He needs ta be caged at least. Dumb beasty.” he said rolling his mismatched colored eyes and looked to his Gryphon form. ”Can’t ask ya ta come either...” The Gryphon form took a step closer to his human form and they instinctively touched heads.
”Would have loved ta have gone flying with ya.” there was a purring sound enimating from both forms.
Something felt odd. The Gryphon form seemed to be pulled closer towards Carrick. Neither form fought it but suddenly felt at peace. A second passed and the Gryphon form phased into the irate Irishmen. Suddenly it was just Carrick and a no longer supported Aoi.
The man was scared. Good. He should be. No one was more terrifying than him! The Alpha! The scared one took one last look at the woman who stood over him. Got up and started to run. Carrick’s wings flapped once and he was upon him giving him a large gash on his back as he tried to run away. He stumbled and Carrick growled letting him flee before getting struck by a large trash can.
The aluminum bin let out a loud ‘ding’ as it impacted around the shifter causing him to stumble forward. “We aren’t done!” the beefy woman shouted now more upset than anything already grabbing another garbage bin. “I don’t care they ran off. They were cowards. Got a reason to find a new group now.” Carrick’s shifted form shook off the first can then dodge a second as it flew past him into the street and hit an oncoming car.
Carrick roared again and then charged dodging the first blow to his head and pounced the woman. Wings flapped heavily as he tried to lift the woman off the ground. All Carrick managed to do was upset her more because she finally grabbed hold of his wing and then threw him into the brick wall behind her. Hard. There was an audible crack. Pain. Fight! Flee? …. No mate.
”Yer just trying ta get my name wrong now.” Carrick said rolling his eyes to the newcomers, as if they were more of a pain than his friend. Who was in fact a pain, just an entertaining one. ”Ya sure ya want ta ask?” Carrick asked to the newcomers who were on the defensive some looked like they had weapons but in reality they were just parts of underwater creatures.
The one with the jellyfish tendrils reminded him a bit of Praxi but less, her. ”Who leaves pastries around? Ya want ants? Cause that’s how ya get them!” Carrick said strutting over to the duffle bag attempting a double check to make sure ‘no one’ missed the pastries.
The guy with few layers of teeth looked down. “I might have had one.... Boss said it was up for grabs...”
Carrick ignored the shark toothed guy and then leaned into the bag pulling a morning star then using said morning star to shift through the duffle. ”Hey....” he lifted a tin foiled wrapped packaged that opened into a sandwich. ”How’s this still warm?” he continued looking and found a few guns followed by an inflatable pool toy. Suddenly the contents of seahorses and magic tricks in his pockets seemed less ridiculous.
”Look, probably best if you’s gents and.... gals? Take off? Me friend well... he takes his pastries seriously and well....” Carrick pulled the disco staff from the bag along with the morning star and pressed the button on the staff. The lights and music started to play. The Morningstar suddenly felt less intimidating.
Fang and fury was his current attack mode. While he was fighting a woman, one he wasn’t sure if he should mate with he saw a few people attacking the other woman and loosing badly. This two confused the shifted form of Carrick. Seeing her made him sad and angry and he didn’t know why just that that when she was fighting he tried not to pay much mind.
There was a punch in the gut, the wind was knocked out of him and for a moment he released his jaw enough for the woman to yank him off of her. Carrick yelped and was thrown into a few garbage cans and a black garbage bag that shattered when the shifted beast form crashed into it. Carrick roared and then rolled causing the garbage cans to turn over and his claws to puncture the garbage bag. Something smelled bad. He looked down and got a strong whiff of the garbage as he inhaled filling his lungs.
‘Fight!’ Carrick shook his head then ducked as the woman who was attacking him swung for his head and missed. “Hold still so I can break you!” Carrick responded with a growl and lunged upwards pouching the muscled woman. “Fine! I’ll break you here!” she said stumbling backwards over a can. This time the beast form was more prepared for the skirmish and kicked off of her as she fell sending here into the other cans as well.
Ignoring the pain Carrick inhaled and let out another roar alerting all around that he was the Alpha! Turning he lunged to the next closest challenger from the pack that encroached on his turf.
”I think he wants some moray of you!” Carrick quipped chuckling to himself knowing the joke would go unappreciated as he gathered the last of the tiny little horses but this time into a water bottle someone left behind. There were a few in there but it wasn’t too crowded they were at least small.
A light flashed Herbie the fish man was gone. Meaning Zek pocketed him for another time which was good. The man smelled and the shifter found it far too distracting. Now that he was gone the assault on his sense of smell went with it. That was when he heard the footsteps and then saw who they belonged to.
Swooping low and landing next to Zek, ”Cause ya had it in yer pocket this whole time!?!” or was it just another bear claw? How was he not the size of a house at this point? Well, Carrick wasn’t going to be the one who ruined it for him. Zek would figure it out when Carrick couldn’t carry him anymore. ”This the Crew of Herman’s merry men?” the Irishman asked and got his answer almost instantly. They had similar builds to Merman. Sam smell as well, though Merman’s was more potent. Older? More rotted? Either way the smell that came off the new group was just as bad due to their numbers.
“Where’s the boss?”
”Great question! Zekky? Care to explain?” he asked eyeing the duffel bag hoping there was some toys in there that would help get them out of this situation. The one with the jagged rows of shark teeth was smiling too much for Carrick.
“What the hell?” the buff woman asked as she watched in horror as the kid that she had been knocking around started to change by tearing chunks of flesh from his body. She took a step back and had a look of disgust and confusion. Someone was going to pay her more to deal with this.
Carrick’s skin dropped to the ground with his clothes as his wings snapped open. Another roar echoed outward letting all know who was the alpha. It should have been clear he was. None could roar louder or fight better! ‘Fight!!!!!’
A feral growl echoed outward as he looked at the men who were there then to ‘her’ then to the woman who was beating him moments before. She was the most confusing. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to establish dominance over him or not but he didn’t like it. He would have preferred to mate instead. However she was making him look weak in front of the others and he couldn’t have that. He was alpha!
Slinking forward on all fours Carrick’s beast form opened his wings making himself look bigger than he was as he lunged for the woman that was attacking him. Claws extended and grabbed onto the woman who immediately started to pull at him to get him off. Carrick’s fangs brought low on the woman’s arms when she tried to swat at him.
While he managed two passes picking up some of the seahorses the dim light and commotion from the car managed to distract him long enough till he spotted movement again. Carrick swooped grabbed a few of the little critters then jumped back into the air again laughing as he just narrowly dodged a swing of something long and flaccid thar erupted from under one of the sleeves of Merman... Merman....
”Aye, not his fault he’s that bad off. Sure he didn’t choose it....” Carrick chuckled dropping off a few more tiny sea horses glad he wasn’t laughing so hard he crushed them in his hands. It was kind of like a game now and Carrick couldn’t help but enjoy the sudden ‘fun’ he was having. Despite being worried for the sea creatures.
”What was that? An eel? Looking a little limp there Merman.” he chuckled and flew overhead looking down to the ground searching for a little more movement making sure not to lose track of them when he spotted them. “Errggghh! It’s Mer-man!” he shouted and threw his eel arm forward stretching it slightly towards Zek the fingers contorting into a moray Eel mouth, jagged teeth and all.
”Let me know when ya want a hand Zeky. Busy cleaning up yer mess again. Keep that in mind fer yer performance evaluations!” Carrick said rolling his eyes and diving again grabbing another handful. He was up to forty now. He wondered how many seahorses there were.
”Funny, didn’t realize this was a paid gig.” Carrick rolled his mismatched colored eyes and watched the light show. Did he have financial gain from their outings? Yes, but he figured it was because it was more trouble to keep all the ‘borrowed’ goods for himself. Carrick should have started charging for a lift anytime they flown anywhere. Until now Zek had been flying for free.
”Want ta see ya handle yerself.” Carrick said smirking, which quickly died down when a car appeard from a red orb blasting into a tank sending seahorses everywhere. ”Awww come on! What they do to ya? Just mind their own business.” he said worried for the little critters. To them the fight outside the tank and now out of the water was a fight among gods, they had no power to save themselves and while his other forms didn’t care much for saving the weak Carrick on the other hand...
“Interesting powers, be ye mutant or man?” the man said stepping onto a shard of glass, Carrick watched from above eyeing the spot where he stepped. The glass seemed to penetrate the skin because now the mystery man was leaking what looked like ink. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll take care of you then your feathered friend. This is the day you will die to Merman!”
His initial concern for all parties involved in the current situation died quickly as he started to burst out laughing. ”Merman? Like Herman? That the best ya came up with? How long ya workshop that?” Carrick waited for a second till ‘Merman’ looked away and he swooped down and grabbed a handful of Seahorses and flapped his wings to get out of there. Carrick dropped them in a surrounding tank hoping the other fish didn’t take it as a ‘meal’.
“I thought it was pretty clever.” the mystery figure smiled as he pulled off his hood revealing a shark like grey of skin and pointed teeth. The tentacles for his beard didn’t help him any.
The shifter already had a handful of sassy comments about how he healed and how he wasn’t collapsed on the ground so he’d be alright. If the shifting and the spare time with Zek didn’t kill him well. Carrick was feeling pretty bullet proof. Not literally, those still hurt.
Before he could react, a woman the size of a house came knocking, on his stomach. The contents of it erupted as he doubled over holding his stomach. ”****eurgggghhhh.” one of Sam’s fancy steaks littered the pavement where he was standing and before he could finish emptying his lungs he felt a kick to the side. Forcing the rest of the air to leave. His attacker was at least helpful.
Rolling over his wings and into a building Carrick righted himself and opened his eyes, they were no longer shaken up from his headbutt to the wall, no adrenaline kicked into over drive and his fight or flight response appeared in the way of a quick inhale and a growl. ”**** ******* ******* Jesus, yer a big lady.” Carrick said looking at his attacker with slitted pupils. His heartrate was beating quickly and he felt the sudden urge to scream or rather roar. ‘Fight! Mate!’
”Not now....” “What’s wrong with being a big lady? Not into it?” the woman asked standing a few feet from Carrick cracking her knuckles. Even her hands were massive. ‘Dnager! Fight!’
”Not at all, in fact if I wasn’t already seeing someone and you didn’t just kick the **** out of me I’d ask ya out.” he said trying to calm down. Deep breathing didn’t really help with control when you’re ribs were cracked. ‘pain! Fight!!!!!!’
”I’d suggest ya leave now, less I mark that pretty face.” he said to the big lady who looked like she could bench press a bus. She didn’t seem to take the bait. In fact her arms got bigger.
”Lizzy....” he growled his teeth growing pointer along with his ears. The skin around his body started to pull and tighten until the point they started to rip. ”R-------uuurrrggghhhhh” his teeth clench and his now sharpened claws started to rip at the skin pulling the clothes and eventually his skin so his fur could now breath.
The shifter watched with interest as someone was trying to steal from his pal Zek. ”Phrasing.” Carrick chuckled as the stranger with seafood parts started to dodge the light show Zek was producing. ”I mean, no one yet. Think he might be the first?” Carrick asked his tail flicking with interest at a possible fight. His pupils dilated as he watched the man move sidestepping the golden balls of light with relative ease.
”Sure!” Carrick nodded his head and stepped forward but then stopped recalling their conversation from earlier. ”On second thought... I think ya got this one.” he said recalling Zek telling him he didn’t need Carrick to step in on his fights. ”I believe in ya.”
The stranger made him uneasy and Carrick was doing what he could from engaging in the fight by ignoring his beast forms infinite amount of useful wisdom. ‘Fight!’ Opening his wings Carrick flapped once and found a vantage point on a catwalk over the tanks. ”You got this mate!” he cheered throwing up a bird of his own to Zek for ‘moral’ support.
He wasn’t about to let his friend get his but kicked, but Carrick was feeling Zek needed to appreciate him a bit more.
