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.
”Boyfriend.” Carrick mouthed in more of a hushed tone. It wasn’t the first time she had said it but every time she did he’d pretend to swoon. It was a nice feeling though, not to be claimed like a piece of property. She was already good at that but to be counted as an equal in the relationship. The butterflies in his stomach did a little jig.
>>> "I don't think we need an intimate conversation."
That was that. Or so Carrick thought. His back had already started to turn and he reached out to take the Amythest's hand once more then stopped when he noticed a perfectly manicured hand reach out for the Princess’s arm to hold her back. “I wasn’t finished speaking. Really I think this would be best in more private.” Iason was oblivious to the low growl that started from Carrick. He was too busy looking around at the ‘commoners’. “It is in regards to my position as well as yours and I think it could benefit us both. I have come a long way after all for an audience.
The growl turned into a rumble. Carrick’s eyes now slitted Irises focused on the suitor who now overstepped in his opinion. ”Best remove yer hand from her less I remove it fer ya. Only warning.” as much as he hated to admit it he was his fathers blood. He’d seen his father take a hand for less to protect what was his. His features started to get more feline as he was fighting off the urge to shift. Not that he’d need to. This man was everything Carrick wasn’t. He wouldn’t know how to fight right?
“Princess. I implore you to control...” Iason looked Carrick up and down with a look of disgust and then struggled to say the word. “Your boyfriend. I only wish to talk to you about your standing and how we can improve it. Did you not know of my standing? My father has given me yet another promotion and with us paired I believe you can jump the line to the throne. At least by two. What can this creature do for you other than keep your bed warm?”
‘Fight!’ the shifter’s smile continued as he was ignoring his primal instincts. It told him to defend what was his and chase off anyone who was trying to take it. The only sign of this internal battle was his tail which went from swaying to more of a flicking motion. Still he tried to play the part of entertained after she said his name.
”A suitor ya say?” his tail flicked a little more aggressively behind him. The tail might have flicked Amythest once or twice. Carrick’s hand tightened slightly around hers, the one that wasn’t in the suitors hand. ”Wow! Didn’t know ya had that big of a following! Are there more?” the shifter said with some sass.
Iason stopped basking his warmth for a moment and looked over to Carrick up and down dumbfounded by the question. “Surely as her pet you would know her charm!”
Was this why she didn’t want to move back? The shifter looked from his girlfriend to the golden boy who was still holding her hand. ”Was he one of the reasons ya left?” Carrick asked not really thinking about what he was saying. As usual. ”Aye, know her charm took me a bit ta find it. Not a pet though.”
“Very well, Concubine then. Mine prefers that title as well.” Iason smiled once again gracing all with another wave of warmth. “She is many things... Princess! I have come to seek your company, surely you know a place where we can go for a more intimate conversation?” Iason stood up and released the Princess’s hand. It was clear to Carrick the man was out of his element here.
”Right... Hey concubine?” Carrick said waving his free hand to the woman a few steps behind Iason immediately feeling bad for the woman. ”Prefer Carrick personally.” the shifter said turning his gaze back to the Princess to wait for her response.
>>>”I’m soooo hungry. What do we eat, what do we eat?!”
There was a pause and Carrick looked to his half eaten bagel and offered it up reluctantly. The fact that she was reading her lines to set him up for his own was lost on the shifter. Wait... where did her accent go? The new accent would have passed his standards for an American. Wait wasn’t she from?
The light bulb in Carrick’s mind flickered to life after a few more seconds. The realization couldn’t be clearer to anyone watching. The Irishman didn’t even need to clear his throat for his own accent to be gone. A convincing New York accent formed as he recited his own lines. ”Honey, you really got to ask? We got the best pizza in the city right around the corner!”
>>>”I have a hunger a hamburger just won’t stop. I need more pizza,”
”Don’t bother with burgers when Pizza is a phone call away!” there was a pause and Carrick looked to his hand that smeared ink on it due to the warm bagel he had been holding since he wrote the lines. Squinting he added, ”Can we get the stuffed crust?”
Looking back to Lenna he smirked. ”Not bad love. Accent work is better than I was expecting.”
”True. Still... a royal though. Ya said it!” Carrick said through a toothy grin back towards her.
”Nah, and leave Praxi all alone in our apartment? She’ll get everywhere!” technically it was Amethyst’s apartment he just moved in. The way a stray does. ”Sides, finally decorated me room ta how I like it!” he did little sleeping in it. It had some spots for his treasures, a corner for his guitar and of course a few posters of himself in his perfected form with motivational quotes. The ‘hang in there’ one was his personal favorite.
”Home is where me heart is. So where ever ya go I’m sure I’d follow. Used ta moving around a lot. Carnie fer life.” Carrick said with a chuckle and all the sincerity he could muster. He had never been shy about telling her how he felt.
”So the place I’m thinking is just round the corner here.” he said pointing with his free hand to the next intersection. ”Jazz band plays all night. Should be a good time.” that was when he slowed his pace something... was off. The shifter felt warm like he was being embraced by a someone. He looked down to his hand which was still holding the Princess’s there was no one hugging him either. That was when he noticed the shadows next. It was weird for them to be so tall at night. That was when he looked behind him and saw someone practically glowing.
“At Last! We have finally found you! Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst! It is I! I’ve traveled to this... city to find you!” there was an arrogant bravado there that the shifter picked up right away. His glowing died down a bit as he bowed and reached for the Princess’s free hand to kiss it.
Carrick was more surprised than anything though his smile widened at the gesture. ”Ah, a show! Ya know him Ames?”
Sure, he graduated and had a reputation still to maintain. Carrick viewed it as a man of means, he was a product of his environment even if he had spent a lot of time at the mansion, even if he was dating Atlantean royalty old habits died hard and it was a craft he was particularly proud of. ”Look, all I’m saying is ya don’t even invite me ta the game? I don’t know if I should be impressed or distressed about it all. Shame on ya ta think ya could host me game without me.” Carrick said looking over his cards sighing loudly, ”**** got nothin’. Fold.” All part of his ploy.
Carrick had a hard childhood, the only thing his father taught him was to cheat. Well that and how to fly but Carrick didn’t really think that counted. Throwing a winged child off a cliff and hoping for the best didn’t really count. No matter what his Da said. His time in the circus only helped expand his methods. Distraction, showmanship and of course bluffing. There was a deck of cards in his pocket. Also a king and queen of hearts up his sleeves waiting to be added into the mix should he need to.
Lenna cleared one of the kids out pretty quick, ”How long has this been going on? The hat I mean. It’s a look alright.” Carrick asked gesturing to the hat and trying not to chuckle. The shifters mismatched colored eyes shifted from everyone around the table trying to gauge any tells. Something else he had learned over his years of lying and cheating his way across the states with the circus. Everyone always had one.
>>> “Who would have guessed there was hidden storage in the middle of the hedge maze.”
”Me, the amount of paranoid preppers in the mansion? Please. They are looking fer reasons to dig a hole and bury something. Locks sound new though. Found three of Frosty’s out in the woods. Man has a signature with his stuff.” Carrick barely even looked at his cards, lifting it in the corner enough to see a face card and a ten. Different suits but still not bad. Carrick waited to call.
”No.... hmmmm...” he said musing on his own accent work and how he should deliver the lines with the best effort he could give. A rare feeling for the shifter. Normally he was perfect with just coasting by but this was important to him, to his future. Sure, he had the princess now but what if she was going to be queen? Could she take him with her? What would his status be? If he was internationally famous it be a lot better with his chances than what he was now. A runaway, a thief, the bastard son of a international terrorist. Didn’t give him as much hope as this did.
>>>”Behind you. Squirrel.”
The voice was familiar but he didn’t bother looking for the source. His train of thought derailed, and his pupils opened as he turned on his heel and looked around for said squirrel. Should he pounce on it? He wasn’t hungry, maybe just let it know that it only lives because he is so benevolent? He started purring at the idea, his tail flicked revealing just how far he was down the rabbit hole looking for the prey.
They were inside. There was no squirrel. ”Aww come’on! That wasn’t nice!” he said trying to snap himself out of it by slapping himself on the cheek with his free hand. Turning back he spotted the source of the distraction. Lenna. ”What’re you doing her love?” he asked squinting at her. Was she his page? Was she meant to find him script revisions and bring coffee? He was about to ask but recalled what she could do with a knife and decided against it. He didn’t want to be all bloodied for the shoot. Unless.... was that what they wanted?
”Here ta watch me big break?” he asked grinning from ear to ear flashing his pointed canines in a cheery smile. ”I’m the lead! Just waiting fer me scene partner!” he said looking around.
”Aye.” he nodded his head again. Trying to see where she was looking to see if there was a worthy distraction as she caught up to the conversation. ”That’s good! Right? Less divided?” it took Carrick a second to realize what she was talking about.
”Oh...Oooooooh....” his tail flicked towards her as they walked, ”You mean...” he held up the hand that she was holding. He was implying them without saying anything which was a lot for Carrick at times. This subject was a touchy one.
”Well that’s good right? Not that I normally care what anyone thinks. ‘Cept you. But means it’s easier fer us. Right? Queen seemed supportive I think... did she know? She had to right?” his normal bravado faltered. His tail and wings responded in kind and he thought to himself for a moment.
”Fancy a visit back? Pretty sure I could fit right in ta palace life.” he said with a wink. ”I’m royalty after all!” he said with a chuckle at his own lie.
”Nah, I’m telling ya love when I showed up everyone thought twice before pulling the trigger, all of a sudden there was an angel ready ta pass judgement and that was all Ranger needed ta run up and put the hurt on them. Even got a ‘Good job kid’” he tried to hide the fact that he was patting himself on the back but he was actually patting himself on the back as they walked down the street to the next bar.
They had just finished at a nice seafood restaurant. Her choice not his. It was a little out of his price range but so were most things the princess had liked he still tried to pay where he could. Which was why he suggested they go out for drinks next.
”Anyways, ya ever think about home Ames?” it was hard to follow Carrick’s thought process sometimes... Bird! His eyes followed the flying prey as it swooped low grabbed a French fry and flew off. His tail flicked and he was half tempted to fly after it but had to remind himself he was with the person he cared most for in the world. His hand reached out for hers and he grounded himself.
”What was I talking about again? Oh home. It didn’t seem so bad when we went last time, I mean, sides from the flight there... and the chamber with the rock didn’t do much fer me. But the place seemed nice.”
It was a mid afternoon call time, he got the part. It was a simple read but it was good news for the shifter’s three pronged plan to become famous in the states. He already had the music part down, next step was acting, then there was something else he couldn’t remember at the time but it all lead to profit! Sure, having a job with SUPER was great. He’d had even been moonlighting with the X-men helping them on various jobs they had across the states. Money was good but he knew all too well how quickly it all went away.
He was chewing an everything bagel as he entered the room with a mug of coffee in hand, ”’fternoon all! The star has arrived!” the bravado and mock bow he added to it was to let everyone know he was joking but he did have the lead role, well one of them.
“Hey....” a tired looking woman with a headset looked at her sheet of papers then back up to Carrick, “...Carrick?” she looked down again at the sheet and then pointed him to a spot in the room. “You read your lines before right?”
”That’s not how me process works. See I get inside ta me characters mind, his psyche. What makes ‘em tick what are his hopes and dreams and...” Carrick trailed off as he hand went up. “It’s a pizza commercial. Did you or did you not? I got four more commercials to film after this.” her question was direct and Carrick responded in kind, ”Yes.” he took another bite of his bagel and then looked around for his scene partner.
It seemed Mrs. T-C wasn’t mad at him for showing off the school and why should she be? Lizzy was the one to blame here for making him do it in the first place. Did he know the layout of the school? Yes, better than most especially if he didn’t want to be seen. Even with the renovations.
The goal line was in sight, he just needed to take a few more steps back and he was out of there. After the power reveal from Atti, Carrick quickly lost interest in the conversation. His wings didn’t do well with fire and while he was immortal the idea of being ‘grounded’ while he healed was... painful to say the least.
>>> "Not so fast, Carrick,"
There was a moment of hesitation when he heard Lizzy again not because he wanted to stop but as much as he didn’t like the fact that she was a teacher old habits died hard. He stopped turned his head slightly and squinted in her direction. ”I got a GED Lizzy. I’m done with learning fer now thank you!” the steak comment caused him to turn slightly. Could he talk his way out of it? Absolutely! Was he going to try? Absolutely.
”Wouldn’t call it free access, he owed me anyways. Man can’t pay me on time fer playing at his bar. I’m a man of needs and I was hungry. He owed me. Simple as that Lizzy! Call him if ya like. He’ll say the same thing.” bluffed the shifter. Letting out a loud sigh he stopped trying to retreat from the group. He stopped moving when he was out of Gemma’s field. His tail perked back up and his vision returned to what it once was.
”Most of them, not even the worst they can do.” Carrick said lying to Atticus.
”No, larkin’ ‘ere mate.” the shifter said revealing his pointed canines in a grand smile. ”Aye, ‘cuss they are one in the same.” the Irishman said ignoring the name correction. Be it a habit he picked up from Zek or the fact that he just liked to press buttons. If no one could get his name right why should he bother?
There was a certain arrogance about the man when, the wave he moved and talked that reminded the shifter of Zek. Whom happened to be one of his best friends the more he thought about it. **** did he have to rethink his friend circle? No, that take time and energy and an attention span that the thief rarely had to spare.
Then he felt the heat. Some soot started to form on the ceiling where the heat was rising to. ”Wooooow, and me without smokes.” the shifter said with an overexaggerated sigh. ”You don’t ‘ave one on ya do ya?” Carrick asked before clapping twice in response doing his best to seem interested in the power set. Carrick didn’t care much for fire. ”Impressive ta say the least, you should meet frosty. He does the same thing but the opposite.”
Carrick’s elf like ears perked when his instincts told him to ‘Flee’ Not from Atticus but the woman rounding the corner. The Irishman had spent years knowing the signs of her arrival and how to avoid her.
The heat died down a bit when she approached and Carrick took a few more steps away from Atticus. ”Ah, Mrs. T-C!” Carrick forced a smile even though he already lost feeling in his wings and tail both of which started to droop when she approached, even his vision started to blur. The voice telling him to flee vanished as well. If it wasn't for the lack of control of his extra appendages he would have welcomed the quite.
There was a mock bow one he gave to everyone, teachers and royalty alike ”Was just showing our newest resident around at the request of Lizzy! She must have had more important things ta do than her job.” he said grinning and trying to show Mama T the most respect he could muster. She was married to Jorge after all meaning she had to be ‘alright’,
”I did mention this place was rebuilt recently.” Carrick said nodding his head in agreement, looking back to Atticus he added, ”See no lark, just an eagle.” mismatched colored eyes turned to Gemma, ”Am I good ta go now? Not really getting paid fer this. Just helping where I can.” there was another foot of distance between them as he took another step away from her.
”Wouldn’t say crackin’” Carrick said looking for the right words, a few of the people that showed up were talented. Rowan was getting better with the drums but was still afraid to perform in public, the others were just learning what a G cord was. ”We’ll stick with good fun.”
As they entered the doorway to the kitchen Carrick didn’t bother entering, he already had his meal. ”This heres the kitchen, if ya got anything worth saving to yerself I’d suggest writing yer name on it or keep it in yer own fridge. No pints unfortunately but if ya are looking I know a few spots the teachers keep them hidden away. Few things stay hidden fer long here.” Carrick said waving to the camera phone when he was in shot again.
Fifty? Well, that’s an audience. Maybe he should reintroduce himself... it be after the sandwich. Sam paid good money for this steak and he’d hate it to go to waste which is why as they were moving he sped up the rate at which he was eating. ”Well if ya want secrets all ya ‘ave to do is ask.” he said with a full mouth again this time he was hands free seeing as the rest of the sandwich was being chewed.
”Then again, if its in this school odds are it isn’t a secret anymore. I meself prefer the birds eye view of the grounds. More ta see and fewer have seen it.” most of the words he said were a bit muffled due to the food but the shifter opened his wings for Atticus and his fans back home to understand his meaning. The golden-brown wings took up some of the hallway, he chose not to take up the whole hallway.
After a second for the fans obviously the extra apendagies snapped back into place and the shifter spun towards the camera now with an empty mouth, ”Though... the ol’ DR can pretty much make ya see whatever ya want ta see... So I guess someone without wings could see it. Seems like a waist. But anyways; there’s a jet, we got two former assassins on staff, a retractable basketball court, rocket launchers in the courtyard, six ‘hidden’” Carrick used finger quotes, ”rooms and a big ass room in the basement that doesn’t work for some reason.” he was counting them as he listed them.
”and yer in luck, new building. Place blew up a few months back after being attacked by some magic cult so the toilets will never be cleaner! Honestly, you’ll never wanna leave.” he said flashing a grin. ”Like I said nothing really ’a secret here.” turning on his heel and throwing his hands behind his head he kept moving until he reached the stairs.
”So, what can ya do power wise Atti? Asking because it’s gonna determine where we go next.”
”....Guess so?” the shifter said wondering how he got set up to play tour guide. He didn’t even work here. Heck he only lived he once or twice a week when it was to risky to go back to his deluxe apartment in the sky.
Feathers? Not really an original nickname. Better than tail boy, or elf. Carrick smirked. ”Naw mate.” Carrick said biting his sandwich and a wave of a free hand. ”Someone else will grab them.” he didn’t specify who or when but someone would come to collect them. This was the ‘proper’ Carrick welcome. He was just doing what was requested.
”I guess I could show ya the room first or the grounds.... Got a full kitchen.” Carrick waved the sandwich showing it off before taking another bite before guarding it close. ”’ree food. It’s great!” the shifter started walking back the way he entered. Towards the kitchen and the classrooms and everything else that was communal. Mainly because he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to find a spare room. It wasn’t like he worked here.
He finished chewing and swallowed before continuing, ”Got a music room as well if ya are looking fer some free strings.” Carrick tapped his own beat up guitar on his back that was cradled between his wings. ”Couple of the kids here have jam nights, I show fer those on occasion. Good fun!”
Looking over his shoulder he was wondering if he should be showing off a bit more for the camera. ”Say Atti, ya still streaming? How many are watching?”
>>>”Nothing wrong with older, mate. I love meeting Cougars.”
Despite another musician coming from across the pond Carrick was all about the situation. Atticus couldn’t replace him anyways. The shifter was a legitimate angel and it didn’t seem like the new comer had a set of wings meaning he had little to worry about. Another bite of the sandwhich and Carrick’s smile widened. This wasn’t the show he was looking for but it might have been better.
Liz went still.
The bushy tail behind the Irishman started to sway more occasionally brushing against the strings on the instrument attached to his back. This was perfect! He stopped chewing for a moment, eyes darting from animal to animal seeing who would be the first to strike the newcomer. The hairs on Carrick’s neck started to stand on end. ‘Flee’ Carrick didn’t move. Ignoring the instinct of self-preservation this was going to be a show!
Zorro was the first to show signs, the hairs rose on his neck and Carrick’s eyes shifted back to Nico then to Lizzy.
>>> "Carrick,"
The shifter practically jumped at the sudden mention of his name. What did he do? He wasn’t the one to call her a cougar. It was the tone he got from his mother when he got arrested for the first time. He swallowed a mouth full and practically started choking. Beating his chest a few times to dislodge the food he coughed out a ”Yes?”
As the shifter entered the facility Lester or Carrick flew off of his shoulder. ”Coward!” before stepping further in. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust behind the goggles his disguise had slits formed as they filtered light from a snow-covered bright landscape to a rather dim and... dank was that the word? The hallway looked like it was poorly constructed and had a set of stringer lights running the length of the hallway. Clearly this was not to code.
His shoulder itched, reaching over he scratched it making sure not to pat his wings too much less he’d end up showing them off. Two cameras. One above him and one at the end of the hallway. He was a thief for most of his life. Being aware of extra eyes just came with the territory.
With purpose and the bravado he normally carried himself with he strolled into the facility making sure he knew his way out. ‘Fight!’ he was on edge. He was also indoors in a small hallway. He couldn’t fly even if his wings were free. Further in he went, unaware of what lay before him in the next room as he approached a pair of double doors and another security clearance checkpoint.
”Ryan Rivers!” Carrick said doing his best to imitate the voice he briefly heard as he swiped the card and walked in when the light turned green and the door unlocked. There was no voice recognition needed. That didn’t stop Carrick.
The door opened and someone was there to great him. It seemed the person before him was heading out the way Carrick was coming from. “Any luck?” the voice asked though it was somewhat muffled from the balaclava the man was wearing. ”Nah, ‘fraid not. Partner found a nice hole to **** in though. Why he is out there still. Said something about what he ate.” his accent was gone for the moment and he took on a Texan drawl to help blend with his character.
“oooof... say no more. Though you should have waited for them...” the man leaned down a bit to inspect the badge. “Rivers.... you are one of the newer guys right?” the man asked Carrick as his posture seemed to be sizing the shifter up. ”Ah! I left after an hour. Yep! Been... man all the days start to blend together...” Carrick said looking down to his gloved hands and started to pretend to count. ”I can’t even tell how long I’ve been here.” mainly because Carrick didn’t know. In hindsight asking some questions would have saved him in the long run.
“Yeah, this isn't the best post. If you’re lucky you’ll get a transfer to the Australia one. Less snow.” he chuckled slightly and patted Carrick on the shoulder and then walked past. “Try and get some rest and tell you’re partner to say no to meatloaf in the mess hall next time.” he walked past the shifter and Carrick waited a second before quickening his pace so the door shut behind him. ”That was easy... now where would I be if I was a snowman...”
