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.
”Yeah, well looks can be deceiving.” Carrick quipped back now rubbing the spot on his forehead where he decided to slam it against the wall. His head heard, that was all he could focus on meaning the beast form now had another way of controlling it. Carrick decided to squirrel away this bit of information for a rainy day.
Liz got closer, concern on his face and he avoided eye contact. Not because he was still seeing double but because he didn’t want to be that close to her anymore. ”Well one of you’s is holding up two so assuming that’s me magic number.” he said closing his eyes and shaking his head once before opening them again. His pupils were rounded, but that wasn’t a decent indication if he was about to shift or lose control, not anymore.
”I can always hand over the reigns to one of the others if ya prefer.” he said rolling his mismatched colored eyes and stepping back when she got closer. ”Sorry, love. I’m a taken man now.” he joked as he continued to avoid eye contact.
‘Fight!’ Carrick was shocked to hear the voice but snapped his wings open and shifted to the side as something large landed where he was standing. A mailbox. Carrick landed and looked up wondering if it was followed up by anything. It wasn’t. Not until something or someone barreled into his chest taking the wind out from under his wings and from his lungs. Carrick was sucker punched.
Carrick didn’t like being used like this, mainly because he kept forgetting he was capable of smelling more than others could then he thought about the other senses of his and how they were all better the average human senses. He looked down at his clothing and then to the stranger who smelled like a fishing boat. Even his sense of style was better than most. Zek was truly lucky to have him around.
With the bear claw out of his face and shoved into Zek’s mouth Carrick had a hard time understanding what he was saying. Apparently so did the stranger, the one who was trying to steal Zek’s prized duffle bag. Why did someone else want the thing? Usually it was packed with random gags and heavy things like bricks and a medieval mace. Was the stranger a larper? Did he need a new weapon?
”He said give it.” Carrick repeated, Zek wasn’t the most intimidating and neither was Carrick however the shifter added a low growl rumbling from his chest to get the point across. No one steals from his friends.... No one else stole from his friends!
“Oh? This here I found, meaning it’s mine now.... Seems heavy...” A lobster claw protruded out from under the cloak the stranger used to conceal himself from the other two, the claw lifted the bag off his shoulder and readjusted it. ”What the ****?” he responded, ”That’s why ya reek. Damn should shower or leave with the tide....” Carrick was no longer hungry. The smell of fish only masked the smell he was smelling now, decaying seafood.
Carrick ignored Liz’s reaction and concern, (he knew she would be) and slammed his forehead again and again until his fingernails reverted to their normal size. ”What does it look like?” he growled and then stepped away from the brick wall a little dazed. His footing was lost and he shook his head ignoring the little trickle of blood that started to form from the point of impact. He’d heal. No one got mauled either so there was that.
”Trial and error right? Figured this would be a good method if I started to lose control and look at that!” he said pointing to something that wasn’t there. Maybe it was a hornet from her bag? Carrick looked down and then did a ‘ta-da’ gesture as if he pulled off an impressive feat of some kind. In his mind he did. And in his mind it was a hornet, not a little floating black dot.
His head was swimming and then smirked, ”Right as rain.” he grumbled oblivious that the person who smelled of fear was currently conversing with some allies a few blocks over. Looking back to note the look of concern Carrick shook his head again, ”F*** there’s two of ya!?!?”
The figures face contorted under his hood and other physical features started to become clearer to the shifter the more he stared. His stomach growled some more and he felt a certain uneasiness about the man like he was about to do something that would put them in danger. He stepped once and one of the feet looked more like a peg leg than anything. Was this guy a pirate? ”You a pirate?”
Carrick missed most of what Zek was staying during the shifter’s stare down and snapped his attention back to his friend when the bear claw was shoved in his face. ”Where did ya get that?” he asked curiously. He was pretty sure that was just Zek’s ‘normal’ smell now he didn’t realize the man was now an ant magnet.
”Could have asked.” the shifter said rolling his eyes getting distracted from the possible threat that was the pirate. The Irishmen sniffed the fried dough and then lifted his head to the air sniffing. Other than the smell of rotten fish and well... fish Carrick’s eyes lit up. ”Ya sure ya haven’t seen a duffle bag?” he asked the hooded figure.
A pair of whiskers shot down from the hood and was cleaned off by one of the squid like tentacles that made the man’s beard up. ”You smell like dead fish, you a fisherman?” he asked before turning to Zek, ”Man has the bag on his back.” he said pointing to the strap that was now revealed with the limping steps the hooded figure made.
”Let the stove on did he?” Carrick asked wondering why that was always a thing. Granted he didn’t do too much cooking himself so he never had that issue. That and the mansion had about a couple dozen other fire hazards other than the stove. The shifters eyes darted in the direction of where the thief ran off to. ‘Hunt!’
Carrick shook his head again this time palming the side of his head trying to knock loose the thought. ”True, ya are a bit hysterical.” he said recalling she said she ‘didn’t’ need his help. That was enough for Carrick to know she wasn’t in her right head space whatever that may be. ”Well and mine, gonna cost ya though. SUPER does work with the police and I can put a call in to one of the moms. Might be able to handle things for ya. For a passin grade of course.” he said grinning his sly grin.
”True, and it fer some reason people are more afraid of me.” he rolled his eyes while his tail flicked in her direction. In truth Carrick’s other form scared him more than anyone else probably. He didn’t like anyone taking control of him. ‘Hunt! Kill!’ Carrick turned his head away from his focus for another moment trying to drown out his beast form who was in ‘hunting’ mode. He could feel his heartrate stirring more. The hairs on his arms standing up now as well.
”Right.... Yer welcome!” he said knowing she was just gonna leave the situation be. Fine by Carrick, less hassle for him. Even if he was looking forward to an easy ‘C’ that still counted as passing right?
‘Fight!’ ”Shut up!” Carrick finally snapped after feeling his fingers clench into fists on their own. Or rather under the influence of something else. His beast form. His fingernails grew and he felt the start of a shift happen only to die out quickly when Carrick decided to correct himself with a very Carrick method. He slammed his head into the wall. It hurt and he was a bit disoriented but now he didn’t feel his beast form taking control. Carrick was the alpha here not his other forms.
A flick of irritation passed over the shadows expression. His tentacle beard thrashed for a moment as a smile draped over his face. He couldn’t see the eyes but the Irish thief did not want to see them. No doubt more creepy than the beard or the now visible jagged teeth that reflected the dim light from overhead. ”Yeah.... not much of a swimmer, love the stuff but water logged wings make it hard to do any diving... can tell ya what lurks in the sky though.” he said hoping it would be enough of a distraction for everyone for Zek to find his bag.
No such luck.
“I can show you boys if you’d like.... what lurks....”
”Nah mate, gonna be a no from me dog. I got plans later with a special gal, just figured I’d help out my mate here look fer his bag. Not like he can’t do it on his own but ya know. Many hands make light work and all. I’ll come back later fer a tour though. Doing a bang up job. Keep it up.” Carrick said ignoring his beast form who was screaming to attack. ‘Fiiiiight!!! Danger!’
Carrick looked back to Zek and then shook his head, ”Figure you’d have a tracker on it at this point. Amount of times ya misplace it.” he said debating to start flying to speed the process up. ”you set it under something?” Carrick asked Zek unaware that the was a duffle bag strapped to the mysterious tour guides back.
”Bit scary. Glad ya ghosted me. This would have been an issue fer me.” Carrick said lowering to the ground close to the purse but far enough away to flee if she decided to turn her flying arsenal at him. Wasps, bees, and hornets.... anything that stung Carrick had a healthy respect for and thought that distance was the best approach. His other forms didn’t care too much though. Fur went a long way in protection.
”Poor boy didn’t want to stick around fer a beating. What a shame.” he said his tail flicking behind him in irritation. His cat like eyes started to open up. In short he was disappointed there wasn’t more to fight. Not that he wanted to but he did like blowing off steam. It seemed to keep his other less desirable self from trying to take control.
Leaning up against the wall, ”Guess ya did.” ‘hunt’ Carrick’s nostrils flared and he tilted his head back a little to look up. The smell of fear was still in the air and it was close. ”Any chance ya want ta call in to the police?” he asked. ‘Fight! Kill!’ Carrick shook his head, his pupils reverting back to slits as he sniffed the air. His tail flicking in hunt mode.
”Pretty sure yer friends are nearby....” he sniffed the air again. ”Did give them a scare.” he said with a chuckle.
”Can’t wait!” Carrick rolled his eyes. His tail responded in kind with a flick of his tail aimed at Zek. Please, lackey? Carrick viewed himself as more of a jack of all trades, he broke things fixed them and then entertained making things easier for his friend. If Zek started to get boring then Carrick would have started charging more than just an occasional pint the ball boy never paid.
”Yeah, well. Part of my nature innit?” his stomach growled loudly as his eyes passed over some more fish who seemed to match their pace as they walked by as if taunting him. Challenging him. ‘Hungry’ this time it was from both forms. His stomach growled again and Carrick distracted himself with the fact that Zek always had snacks. Maybe he did need to bring some food for his flights.
Carrick’s hair stood on end by the end of Zek’s story so much so he missed the ending entirely. Something was... wrong. The shifter stopped thinking about food and looked around to find the source of his anxiety and found it as zek addressed the man.
“No.....” replied the figure still staring at the swordfish swimming in front of him. The shadowy figure was transfixed on the creature before him. ‘Fight!’ the voice echoed in his head. Carrick slowed and threw his hands on his head trying to seem less of a threat. They weren’t supposed to be here. It was after hours. ”Foreshadowing an problem.” he rolled his eyes to Zek who seemed casual as always. Too casual. Maybe because he never got into the fights. “Tell me boys....” the figure spoke as the fish swam away. The figure looked up with black eyes and turned to the two.
“Do ya know what lurks in the waters? Do ya fear the depths?” he asked as his beard started to draw Carrick’s attention. ‘Fight!’ the beard you see was a bunch of squid tentacles wrapping around itself and shifting as the man limped towards them.
”Sure ya can.” he said nodding his head and shoving a finger and examining it upon removal. ”Didn’t need my help at all.” there was an eyeroll but unlike Liz he didn’t have massive sunglasses to hide them. He didn’t care if she knew he didn’t believe her. It made the situation even more enjoyable for the winged shifter.
”God forbid, I try and learn on me own or take classes with other faculty members at the school to keep all forms in check.” ‘mate’ he shook his head again, he was pretty sure it was the arguing that was getting the beast form worked up. Or the adrenaline. He wondered if the Princess was busy from her royal duties she had a way of keeping his beast form in check.
”Was that so hard?” he asked having heard half of her rant and only picking up on the things that he wanted to hear. ”Yer welcome.” he looked to the ground then to the sky as Liz seemed to power walk to her purse. ”Eh, you can wait here. I’ll go. I’m faster anyways. Sides, just because I got a get out of jail free card doesn’t mean I like talking to the police.” he said flapping his wings and pushing off one of the muggers with a foot.
Carrick passed Liz then chuckled, ”Yer welcome!” he shouted again flying passed her and rounding a corner only to slow when he stopped in surprise. ”The ****?.”
Carrick smirked when she refused to thank him. Insisting that she had the whole situation handled. So it was all a misunderstanding? He wondered. Carrick looked back over the two guys on the ground and his tail flicked again, ‘kill prey’. He shook his head again, ”Nah, pretty sure me eyes are fine.” he said knowing she was talking about his eyes turning to slits. ”Eyes have always been two colors.” he said knowing that wasn’t what she was talking about.
He didn’t misunderstand anything. She needed help, she just didn’t like who came to the rescue. He didn’t take it personally though it was Liz. There was a wall there. He learned the hard way before and this time around he was a lot less invested. ”Yer welcome.” he flashed his teeth at her in a smile knowing that would piss her off more than anything. Carrick knew how to press buttons.
”Imagine it’s hard to be saved by an ex, even one as monstrous as me.” he said his tail now flicking signaling he was toying with her. ”We both know I got more control than that, teach.” he said shaking his head his own frustrations starting to show in the situation but him tapping his head. If only to get his beast form to shut up. The word ‘mate’ popped up again in the back of his mind and he had to shut that down.
”Could have also just lifted me leg if you weren’t coordinated enough. Here I thought frosty and Serena been training ya?” he said smugly trying not to laugh the times he had seen them throw her on the mansion grounds. He wasn’t spying, more like passing by over head.... and she thought he needed his eyes checked.
”Saved someone from a mugging? In broad day light?” he parroted and then pat himself on the back, ”Damn right I did. You were outnumbered, sheesh ya think you’ve never been rescued before.” he said rolling his eyes knowing this was just like old Liz. Always needing someone to rescue her. Maybe that’s why she was upset. ”Moms will give me a pat on the back fer this one.” he said smugly.
”And maybe you need yer eyes checked. Nothing wrong with this badge. Far from fake, long as I have this baby. Carrick O’ Conner has a get out of jail free card.” he said looking at it and making sure it went back into it’s secure hiding place. In his pocket. ”They want me to do stuff like this.” he said even more smug now. ”Rescuing damsels and saving the day. All in a days work fer the hero.” he said pretending he couldn’t hear her tell him he needed to grow up.
”Oh are ya? Well my mistake.” he growled stepping on the guys chest again as he tried to get away. ‘Kill!’ Carrick shook his head feeling the bloodlust. ”Here I was thinking someone was in danger. Had to step in. Silly me. Ya clearly had things handled.” Carrick crouched down and flipped the guy he was standing on. His face bloodied from his fists. ”Did she have it? Or did I save her?” he asked flashing his teeth in a smile, his eyes slits. Carrick looked more like a demon than an angel right now.
”Or did she need some help?” he asked already knowing the answer. ”Come on, out with it.” he shook the guy by the shirt a little. ‘Kill! Fight!’ shaking his head again and running his hand through his hair he inhaled and exhaled trying to calm himself his tail thrashing behind him pleading him to toy with his kill some more.
”Funny way to say ‘thanks fer saving me Carrick.’” he said avoiding Liz’s gaze. He didn’t want to be near her, however he also knew he should help even if he didn't’ want to. His mother would have been rolling over in her grave if she found out Carrick didn’t help her. Was that why he helped?
”I was going to buy a new guitar, then I got attacked by a flock of pigeons. Minding my own business then bam. Rats with wings everywhere. Suddenly they weren’t afraid of me and what do I see? An ex being picked up mugged.” he shook his head, ”Should I have just watched? Didn’t sit right, now I can hold this over yer head some. Maybe get out of an exam as a way of thanks?” he smirked finally looking away from the two to check on her.
Concern flashed in his eyes in way of his cat like slits rounding as he stared at her. ”Oh? Ya got it handled now? Cops on the way? That’s fine I can wait. I got jurisdiction here now.” he said flashing a S.U.P.E.R. badge. This was the first time he got to brag about working for them. ”Wasn’t there another one?” he pointed in the direction of the runner.
”Don’t know. Ya really want ta stop and question this ****” he asked mounted on his Gryphon form. Carrick never felt so gallant before or so in love with himself. To think that much greatness in a hallway. She was lucky she was witnessing the sight. It was probably once in a life time.
”The **** are all the teachers?” Carrick asked passing the open doors. ”Ya think it was lunch time. Not a bad time to go on a booze raid though no?” he mused only to feel his ride shift under him as if to correct his thinking.
”Alright, alright...” he sighed loudly, ”Just fleeing fer our lives no fun got it.” he huffed and then the Gryphon huffed. A roar responded in the distance and Carrick and the Gryphon both turned their head, ”Yer form’s kicking his @$$.” he said clearly all too happy by the sudden turn of events.
”Ya really want to stop and question everything?” he asked reaching a hand down to help the girl up onto the back of his final form. ”If it is a dream there’d be more ---- hey!” his other form shifted under him again then turned his head to focus one eye on him. ”Fine, fine.” he didn’t finish his thoughts. He’d have time to roll around in a pile of money later, dream or not. He had a pile of singles under his bed.
”Could try running?” he asked not sure. ”Or falling. I usually wake up from falling.” he said closing his eyes and leaning off his current steed. His Gryphon form threw a wing under his human form to soften the fall. Carrick opened his eyes, ”**** nope.”
”Oh? And what do I get fer passing? Next round of pints?” he asked hopeful but doubting Zek’s generosity. He only bought drinks when Carrick stepped in to one of his fights for him. Even then he was pretty sure Zek just walked out before the bill came. Maybe that was why they weren’t allowed back at a few of the places he used to frequent.
”Don’t think I ever needed help being aware of me surroundings.” he said flipping two birds right back at the sender. He had another beast constantly yelling in his head what to do who to fight or who he should try and... ”**** off.” he said lowering his fingers getting distracted by some bigger fish, ones that made his stomach growl as they swam by. ‘Fight!’ Carrick rolled his eyes ignoring the beast in his head. Why would he want to fight a giant fish?
Shaking his thoughts free he looked back to Zek, ”Well makes sense yer usually following me around. People are bound to be watching at that point.” he said smugly. His tail flicked in Zek’s direction his bodies equivalent of middle fingers without using the actual fingers.
”Great idea, pissing off the predators that can’t get to ya.” he said recalling the times he wanted to swipe at someone who through something through the bars to his cage. Usually it was easy enough to forget but it was the act of the insult he found most upsetting.
”Hopefully they don’t remember ya.” he said smirking looking around for a duffle bag. ”Ya know you should put a tag on it or something, maybe hot pink? Something easy to spot so ya don’t lose it all the time.” he said heading to the shark tank, ”Who won?” he asked having a feeling it was Zek.
The shifter learned the hard way once his roar was considered a weapon, it was enough to destroy someone's hearing so if he roared once it counted as the first strike these guys he was targeting however were trying to mug some poor innocent.... Liz!?!?
”Fer **** sakes!” this was what he got for playing the hero. Why did he do it? Was he paid to do it? He was pretty sure he was being paid to do it but rescue the woman who broke his heart once almost a decade prior? Carrick growled and threw an elbow to the back of the head of the guy he was still climbing.
Should he just leave? ‘Mate?’ ”Fight!” Carrick shouted flapping his wings enough to get the guy off balance. Carrick crawled to his ‘prey’s’ front as he went down oblivious to what the other person encountered as they rounded a corner. It didn’t matter. There were two attackers here now. He could always have a police officer go find Liz’s purse. He wasn’t interested in the slightest to help her.
So why was he fighting now? The more he hit the guy on the ground Carrick decided this was more for him than anything. Therapeutic even. His cat like eyes focused on his target turning to slits, his adrenaline pumping, the smell of blood in the air. Carrick inhaled again and roared as he stood up fully one foot on the attacker. ”Talk about yer bad luck! I was in the best mood till all those stupid rats flew at me!” he was alpha. His beast form confirmed it by shutting up.
”Yer lucky day.” he growled towards Liz, ”You alright?” he asked his pointed teeth in a frenzied smile as he looked down at his target who wasn’t getting up but rather holding his nose and trying to roll over.
Rap blared out from Carrick’s massive noise cancelling headphones as he flew over the city with his thoughts on the another new guitar. One day he’d have one that was Carrick proof, it wasn’t really his fault it doubled as an effective weapon in defense from a crazy guy with a bullwhip and cowboy hat. Seriously... who was that guy? It didn’t matter though that was a week ago and he had been putting off buying another new instrument. They were expensive and well he thought he could use a little time off from the gig playing which Ironically was about to pay for the new guitar.
”Whooo! Whoo!” he chimed in to the music dulling his enhanced hearing glad he invested in the good headphones. He couldn’t hear the howl or the commotion below but what did get his attention was the sudden activity of other fliers. In Carrick’s opinion the most annoying ones. Pigeons.
”The flying ****?!?!” Carrick shouted dodging the sudden hoard that came out of nowhere. ‘Fight!’ the unwelcomed voice shouted in the back of his mind. Carrick was an ‘alpha’ at least that’s what his other forms thought. These pigeons were challenging his title as ruler of the skies. His stomach growled, the suggestion of eating the rats of the sky went ignored.
”****ing birds!” Carrick shifted his wings and took a few birds to the face as he was forced lower to the ground away from the flock that went crazy. ‘Fight!’ the voice suggested again this time answering the calls of all the dogs he now heard as he removed his headphones. His hands went up to his ears from the sudden sensory overload from all the barking.
There was a commotion below. Someone was running with a bag as a woman was being lifted into the air. She was shouting, ‘Mate!’ another suggestion he ignored not focusing on the woman but rather her attackers, ‘Fight!’ Carrick’s eyes turned to slits as he agreed this time with his beast form, ”Fight!” he swooped low and let out a fierce roar to distract everyone below.
”Duck!” Carrick shouted landing his foot on the face of the man who held the blonde. His targets back arched following his foot as Carrick pushed off and flapped his wings using his face as a spring board. Using his acrobatic skills Carrick flipped midair and then dropped on the second attacker. ”Two versus one ain’t exactly fair. Is it?” the man he landed on jerked his head forward then slammed it back into Carrick’s nose causing him to let go and stagger back on his feet. ”****er” his rage grew and he let out another roar.
