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.
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”Maybe....” Carrick smirked his tail brushing against her leg, ”Bit early to switch ta whiskey though eh?” he said sipping his pint glass before setting it down again. Then turned to his date and added again, ”You do look good.” it was eaier to say because it was true.
Carrick started to purr slightly then stopped when he spotted a blonde walking in. His eyes immediately looked to the table and he lowered his head. The last thing he wanted was to get switched again. He liked his wings, no he needed his wings. His tail hit his leg reminding him that he needed his tail as well.
”Maybe we can hit that restaurant ya like. The seafood one?” it didn’t narrow it down she had a few restaurants for seafood she liked but Carrick was more interested in spending time with her so they could have gone anywhere as long as it wasn’t a class room. Heck he’d even sit in a classroom as long as she was there. Carrick was enamored by her.
The blondie that swapped him and Zek around vanished out of view and he decided that was good enough to resume his date, ”Eh? Green?” he looked around making sure not to look around for the blonde eyeing the window panes the paint and the garb of most of those working in the pub. ”Love, why do ya think I call it the Emerald Isle? Rolling hills of nothing but green. Ireland’s known for the color because of the landscape not because of the actual gem. Actually I don’t think they even have emeralds there.” he said wishing he knew more about his home so he could explain it further. In comparison it seemed Amethyst knew everything about her home. Carrick knew just enough to get by.
”I mean Atlantis had a color they are known for right? Blue?” he asked smirking, if it was under the ocean it had to be blue right? Carrick reached for his pint again but as it was in his hand the glass shattered sending what beer he had left to the floor or in his lap. His fingers holding the shattered glass was cut in a few places. Carrick swore loudly using his favorite words of choice, ”Fer **** sakes!”
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Across the bar Tommy smirked after sending another telekinetic sweep his brothers way. Any chance to ruin his ‘soft’ brothers day he took it. Why did Carrick get to enjoy nights like this when there were so many mutants in Ireland without proper rights. Under the thumb of the government. It made Tommy sick. So much so his face turned a shade of green when he thought about it. His fingers stopped flexing as he reached for his phone and sat down with.... he looked down to his phone for the name. Rhia.
She seemed nice enough, he however had other things on his mind, she was after all a means to an end. Ideally the end of his brother. Forcing a smile he nodded his head and sat down reaching for his phone and typing, ’I’ve been called worse. I’ll take ‘bold’ any day of the week.’ he said truthfully. She was wearing green. Tommy’s favorite color. His eyes traveled up to her face and he started to text again without looking down at his phone. He had memorized the keys this being his preferred method of communication.
’I’m a bartender back home’ he lied, ’pretty common wear for Ireland.’ he typed out then continued, ’Figured I’d see what the dating scene is like here while I’m visiting my brother.’ he texted finally telling the truth.
Doc rolled his eyes again and forced a chuckle that was forming in the back of his throat to come out as throat clear. Carrick smirked and answered the question that was on everyone's mind, ”Because their shellfish!” he tossed a ball bearing up into the air and caught the other two then spun catching the last one with and outstretched hand.
”What heard that one before?” he asked knowing everyone had, it was a icebreaker to let people know he was going with the classics. Dad jokes, puns. Even when they were bad they were still funny.
The shifter started to juggle again noticing the birds attention on him. ”Just ignore ‘em lil beasty. They say you loose all sense of humor when you get older, why I like the way I am now.” he wasn’t miserable, well he was irritated he was forced into the situation with Liz. Sure, he could have gone straight for Doc but for some reason he thought of Liz and her powers first. Again irritating.
“Unfortunately I swore an oath to not do that.” Doc smirked trying to focus on the bird. Dislocated wing. Sprained ankle. Cracked rib. Doc’s hands lit briefly then stopped and started again and then stopped. ”Misery loves company. Only miserable because of said company.” he didn’t mean Doc or Icarus but her didn’t point it out. He wasn’t going to let her break his spirit or his showmanship. He was a professional after all.
”Police arrested a bottle of water the other day because it was wanted in three different states,” Carrick waited a second then answered delivering the punchline while his tail knocked over a small glass beaker filled with something yellow. ‘Crash’ ”Solid, a liquid and a Gas!” he stepped away from the liquid. ”That was like that when I got here.” he said quickly before his eyes caught two more quick light flashes from the Doc as he was healing his patient.
“Oh?” Doc asked looking to the bird briefly then looking over to the ornery teenager leaning against a wall where he had some fragile stuff in a cupboard. “Carrick, mind your tail please. I just finished cleaning and reorganizing since you were last here.” Doc said calmly before looking to the small bird of prey cradled in Liz’s arms.
“Well hello there.” Doc said to his new patient before nodding his head to Liz as she recounted the events leading to them being there. “Sounds like you had quite the journey.” he said reaching a steady hand outward gently examine a few of the feathers on the wing mindful not to get a beak. “Carrick, I need you to distract the bird please. Long enough for me to examine further.”
Carrick sighed loudly keeping his bloodied finger tips in his pockets so Doc didn’t see them. He didn’t need a healer and he wouldn’t give Liz the satisfaction of being right. ”Ah, another admirer.” he said sure of himself ignoring Doc’s heavy eye roll. His tail knocked over something and the shifter turned his wings opening in the process. Doc sighed heavily, “Without breaking everything. Please.”
The bird shifted it’s attention to Carrick’s tail and then wings. ”Icarus.” Carrick named the bird again waving his tail in the air then producing a few smaller balls from his pocket and then proceeded to juggle. The balls were smaller ball bearings and reflective. Something he chose because they distracted himself easily. ”Why don’t crabs give to charity?” he asked the bird. Knowing it would bug the other two more.
His limbs hurt, he was tired but his adrenaline was pretty good at keeping him going. If not for that and the potential death waiting for him and Zek if they didn’t leave he would have wanted to sit and catch his breath. However he could hear the security running around down below the ringing from the commotion was stopping. Good, it was starting to get annoying.
Agreeing and smirking at the new exit, ”Hopefully they got good insurance.” he said trying to make a joke, ”Wonder if this falls under ‘act of god’." His wings snapped open and he ran towards Zek grabbing onto him and letting his feet dangle below as he flapped a few times.
Another gunshot rang out in the night sky followed by the barking of dogs. Carrick’s hands instinctively gripped tighter around his buddy when he heard the dogs. Carrick knew of Zek’s hatred of dogs and knew he’d go over the big top if he had to interact with them. ”Where to?” he asked heading back towards the city and the city skyline that was slowly starting to be illuminated from the sunrise.
Letting out a little huff, Carrick continued to follow finding it odd she grew so much. She was a little taller than him when they first met and while he was taller than her now it still felt weird. Time what a weird concept. ”Really?” he asked shoving them back into his pockets.
She could have said the sky was blue (it was currently) and he’d try to argue. Which he begrudgingly found funny because when they were both younger Carrick figured she was always right about everything. She was the only reason he made it this far in school. If it wasn’t for her encouraging him to go to class and helping him study he probably would have left years ago.
”Fine!” he shouted wanting the last word. That meant he won the argument right? The Infirmary doors approached and ‘whooshed’ open. Instead of entering on the first ‘whoosh’ he waited till he could do it again, if not to irritate Liz further because he liked the sound. ‘whoosh’
”Heya Doc, find a patient fer ya!” he said keeping his hands in his pockets nodding to the bird in Liz’s arms. His tail flicked and he found a wall to lean up on. ”Can ya fix ‘em?” Carrick asked in a softer tone. His other two forms encouraging him still to kill the injured bird. Carrick really didn’t want to.
The shifter’s tail perked up as he smiled from her reply. He didn’t always like to advertise what he was feeling but the look of relief was apparent. ”Yeah, broke my last one during a shift, accidently stepped on it. This one seemed like an alright replacement though.” he sipped his pint of darkness and then sat down next to her admiring her choice in color. She looked good in green.
Mismatched eyes gave her a quick once over (again) then nodded to his instrument leaning on the table, ”Strings looked like they were cut but I didn’t see anyone around. Weird day.” he said shaking his head. ”Caught meself from tripping a few times.” he said thinking about his day, it didn’t help that his shifted forms had been on edge for some reason. Maybe it was the weather?
”Had weirder though, no one hit today so I can’t complain too much.” he said with a chuckle knowing she wouldn’t find it as funny. ”Did I tell ya you look good tonight?” he asked trying to distract her knowing he did already. She liked hearing it and he liked saying it.
”I’ll go look fer a new guitar tomorrow, care ta join me? We can play hooky from school, make a day out of it?” he asked with smug grin.
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Tommy felt awkward, he didn’t do dates. Ever, the idea of being close to someone was a sign of weakness. At least that was what his father had beat into him. It had been a while since he even made an effort towards the opposite sex so he was slightly nervous about it. Thankfully he couldn’t speak so he wouldn’t have been stuttering. She was only here to keep him hidden from his brother long enough anyways.
He was already pissed he had to track down Carrick anyways. Why did he have to search for his bastard brother. If his father just let him take care of the fly boy like he wanted and started to do they were kids he could have been at home. Being useful to his father and the cause. His current objective was to find his childish brother and not kill him.
Carrick was notorious for being a child. He cried often, ran more and did anything he could to ignore how great his father really was. His anger grew the more he thought about it if he wasn’t so close to Carrick he would have destroyed something. Instead he figured while he was in town he could hit two birds with one stone. Both those birds happened to be Carrick.
‘I’m by the stained glass window. You look great I might add. After sending the second text he raised his hand up and took off the ball cap that was hiding his face from the owners and the bastard. The only reason he didn’t already confront him was because he wanted to toy with him a bit. Ruin his show. Maybe beat the **** out of him in front of his girl for a bit then deliver a message from their father.
The girl he was with was pretty. Too pretty for Carrick. Tommy flicked his wrist and sent a telekinetic sweep to it’s intended target quietly cutting the strings for the second time this evening. Satisfied when he heard his brother curse.
Tom forced a warm smile masking his cruelty as she approached. Figuring he’d dress the part he was wearing a black button up shirt, suspenders and his usual grey slacks. People often mistook him for a bartender. His father berated him for it. Tommy offered a hand and grinned his eyes shifting from his brother to the blonde.
”Don’t forget ta tip the bartenders! More tips ya get more free drinks I get!” Carrick stood up and opened his wings in a showy fashion then mocked bowed towards the patrons showing off his tail. The princess would have seen the bow before, many times. It was the same mock bow he often gave her.
His wings snapped to his back and the light focusing on him dimmed as some of the audience clapped. It was a shame really, he thought he recovered quickly. At the start of the show he opened his guitar case to find all the strings on his guitar broken, more than likely cut. They were all in the same spot and it looked like there was a new scratch on his neck where the strings were broken.
Carrick being Carrick didn’t think much off it but when he tried to restring he found a few of them broken in the same spots as well. He only found out when he pulled them tight. It was even worse because his girlfriend was in the audience. It was hard to look bad in front of her, frustrating even he thought he hid it well with a few jokes while he fumbled with his stings.
It was in an Irish pub and he was Irish so it was hard to not get a few people clapping for you so when it was finally over he gave Amythest a look of relief and an awkward grin before sauntering over to pick up his instrument. The strings were broken again and in the same spot. The gash on his guitar was a little more prominent. ”Fer **** sakes.” he grumbled forgetting he was still wearing the microphone and it was still on. There was laughter and his tail flicked as he smiled to everyone.
After sheathing his instrument he found his way over to the table where the Princess was. His hands already carrying two drinks for them (the owners carded him once with his older ID and he never corrected them after). ”It was entertaining at least right, love?” he asked hopeful knowing once he got into his groove his performance was good. She had high standards which was why he liked her opinion when it came to his performances.
The Irishman was highly flammable, his feathers didn’t take much to erupt into a roaring inferno or at least that was a big fear of his. He didn’t want to put it to the test and while he did play with fire (from a safe distance) he wanted it to be clear who won the exchange of words with his former hero.
”You didn’t even need me to!” he shouted back also within normal speaking distance. Carrick’s sensitive ears were still ringing from all gunfire and commotion. ”Wish Juniper was here!” Carrick mocked in his best Zek voice ignoring a stray bullet that whizzed through a few feathers.
Landing and letting go of Zek he looked around catlike eyes darting around the dimly lit room. The alarms started to sound and it got even harder to hear. His hands shot up to his ears and he clasped them. ”No ****?” he shouted sarcastically and followed Zek through the next hole in the wall. ”Look at that you can walk through walls too!” he added even more sarcastically. What was it with him and Juniper? Was Carrick jealous of their friendship? More like jealous of the recognition.
”I mean, we already got some of the placed mapped out, can always pop back in and finish the job.” he said confidently strutting behind Zek confident in his abiliy. ”We shall!” he said pointing to a window and making a b-line for it.
”Yeah, obviously he knew fire when he heard it.” Carrick said his tail perking up after a few moments realizing Zek was still rhyming. Did... did Zek want to rap with him? Could it be the new foundation of their friendship?
His ears perked next, ”Nah, he didn’t. I get it now though. Guy’s a **** which is funny because well...” Carrick chuckled and held up a hand and made a small gesture before rolling his eyes. ”If ya want. I only spit fire. I don’t play with it.” he said puffing out his chest a bit. He beat Ol’ Mackellen. Zek was his witness, some might argue not a good one but Carrick knew what happened here as well. That was enough for him.
”Sure, wish Juniper was here. She’d only phase ya through a wall not get you out of the hall.” he said getting back into his rhymes. ”That’s a tall order but since ya got rid of the brick and mor-tar.” Carrick reached over and slung an arm under Zek and started flapping lifting them off the ground and out of the way of the firing squad who was busy getting shot at from their own fire.
”Didn’t even get to use my flash powder...” Carrick said grumbling out loud as the cleared to the next floor. ”If ya were a car where would ya be?” the smell of gunpowder was so fresh in his nostrils he didn’t think he could pinpoint the exit.
Carrick was for a moment on cloud nine, he met his rapper hero, rapped with him and even got some props from his running crew behind him. Carrick wondered if this would open up a bunch of new possibilities for him and his musical career but instead of continuing the battle of words Ol’ Mackellen’s face said it all. Was it the mother comment, or the comment about his lil guy? That was just part of the battle right? That was how he got started right? Maybe he needed more street cred first?
”What?!? That’s it? Yer done? Man, this isn’t fun.” Carrick said still rhyming as he turned to Zek having a hard time turning it off. The guns clicked again and then Zek tossed a ball and a vehicle appeared, a few gunman ducked out of the way while a few weren’t so lucky.
One of the guards caught the car and flew back into the wall creating a dent behind him. ”Looks like he has mutants working fer him as well.” Carrick said a little disappointed.
Next thing to appear was the vault door and then the sound of gunfire on metal. His tail drooped and Carrick sighed loudly clearly upset about the interaction. Ol’ Mackellen wasn’t what he pictured. ”We didn’t even go two rounds.... ya think I should have held the **** size comment till the end?” he asked running it through his mind a few times more while Zek squealed with glee.
”Yeah I guess....” he said with far less enthusiasm while he started to reevaluate his thoughts on his former hero. ”Maybe take a few cars on the way out?” he asked looking around for another exit hoping it would cheer him up a bit.
”No stripping? No shifting?” Carrick parroted back trying to wrap his head around the idea. ”But I thought this was a control thing?” how did you control the shifting without shifting? Carrick’s tail flicked again and he debated picking up his coffee but just put his hands behind his head. ”Yer in charge here Bezzey.”
”But Gryphon form’s nice why can’t I shift ta him? Long as ya don’t piss ‘em off he’s just a big bird cat thing with a razor sharp wit.” he was going to say claws and beak but he decided not to. Carrick was trying to point out some shifts were okay. He couldn’t not shift the rest of his life right? That was the problem before, he lost control and the beast form showed up.
”Where ta start, attractive women and he gets all, ‘Let’s mate!’ bit of a perv that one.” he said chiding his other form before adding, ”He tries ta step in when I get into fights, or into danger. Usually he’s a bit more aggressive with the take over. Or...” Carrick said trailing off and closing his eyes. He snapped them open and his pupils turned to cat like slits as he tried to start his adrenaline up, ”I can work meself up a bit and it he will think there’s danger.” Carrick said boasting as his hair started to stand on end.
‘Mate? Fight?’ his eyes focused on Maya who was red and he averted his eyes so no form had a visual on a target. ”Mostly fear or irritation.” he said honestly summing it all up with a wave of a hand.
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Dreams did really come true, only Zek was there hand a bunch of other guys. In fact this seemed more like a nightmare than a dream, they were still in a basement under ground and the Princess was no where to be seen so the only aspect of this being a dream was Carrick was finally about to lay down some bars with one of his lyrical Idols.
The shifter started to bob his head to the beat-’boxer’ (Carrick was sure the guy punched him in the face) trying to get into the rhythm of the beat. He wasn’t sure what to expect other than greatness from his idol. The shifter smirked already forming the clap back so when Ol’ Mackellan finished sent the words he was ready only he froze for a second when the beat changed quickly.
Carrick looked back at the guy who punched him and shook his head, ”No I got the balls, just ask yer mother, how ya think ya got a new baby brother. I had some words all ready to go till yer boy with the beat went fer a stroll. Don’t worry though I think I got it down, didn’t you know I used to be a clown?”
Smirking and did a little spin the shifter was far too comfortable, ”Oh wait, I’m not quite done I want ya to know this isnjust fer fun. While yer boys around us got it locked and loaded, me and him never got floated. Ya say were screwed ya say were done, but we saw yer painting so whose the lil’one.” Reaching out Carrick offered Zek a low five hoping he didn’t just get them killed. It was all about attitude and Carrick was confident he could play the part.
”Have some respect, the man is a doctor!” he said tilting his head to the side in a playful sneer. If the shifter was a hat guy (it would be a Dr. Jones hat) he’d take it off and mock a bow. He didn’t have a hat on and wasn’t really a hat guy so he didn’t. ”But ya look great while doing it.” he added. He’d only been shot at a few times. The one time he got hit he wasn’t doing any sort of a flourish. He was making sure the Princess didn’t get hit.
He heard her move then glanced at her briefly before looking back to the skittering animals. His stomach growled and he reminded himself he wasn’t in the other forms so it was a welcome distraction when she called his name. ”Yes, love?” he looked down and smirked taking the knife making sure to keep the pointy end down till he had a target in sight.
”It might.” nothing really helped his concentration unless... ”Sure we could set up a wager or something.” Carrick said flashing his pointed teeth in a sly grin, ”Found that usually helps. But we can give it a shot without one and see what sticks.” he hoped the knife stuck to the tree. He didn’t really feel like killing the Squirrels, not unless he had a reason currently he didn’t.
Carrick also didn’t know what to say about her warning. She’s known people who died because they were too confident. Did she mean someone at the mansion? Carrick was about to ask some questions but then decided that it wasn’t really any of his business. His business was to look good while doing stuff.
Flipping the blade upward he opened his wings and caught it by the pointy end making sure not to stab or cut himself. It would have proved her point and Carrick didn’t like helping anyone be right. Not normally anyways. ”Usually does!” he agreed and flapped his wings a few times till he was high enough to dive towards the tree they were throwing the knives at.
Closing the distance he pitched the blade then followed it up with a barrel roll. The knife hit the target but didn’t sink. He knew he let go of the blade before he had enough power behind it. He was focus on the roll. Circling back around he waited for Lenna to throw the blade again.
She called his calling of her bluff and Carrick retracted his bloodied fingers and shoved them into his pockets as he reluctantly followed his Ex and current biology teacher towards the infirmary. ”I would never.” he said lying. It was exactly what he was doing. Carrick was good at playing a part, right now it was a victim. ”Haven’t changed much then have I?” his tail flicked behind him.
Liz never got the snide comments when they were dating. The shifter saved those for everyone else but after how things went down since she broke up with him now she seemed to be the main focus of the comments. He was good at pretending he was immune to feelings.
”What’s wrong with me hands?” he asked stubbornly and very sarcastically pulling them out of his pockets the tips that were covered in blood a few seconds ago now had little traces of lint and whatever else was in his pockets at the time. It looked a little like bird seed. He brushed his hands together.
”I’m only going cause I’m worried about Icarus, not because ya told me to.” he said naming the bird without permission. It was also more to prove to his other forms that they were wrong in wanting to kill the bird. It could still have a life without flight.
Her words almost sounded like she was patronizing him. She probably wasn’t but anytime he failed at something and someone offered him words of encouragement he assumed they were insulting him. Even if it was all in good fun he still didn’t like it. It also didn’t help he hardly knew the woman. She was probably younger than him so he shrugged it off.
”Oooooooo!!!!!” he said giving her a small round of applause as she flung the knife to the tree. She smirked and Carrick matched it, ”Pretty impressive,” he didn’t want to make it obvious he was impressed. He was grateful for his wings but magic tricks would be so much easier if he didn’t have to be near the trick.
His eyes followed her movements for a moment then got distracted by a squirrel that barked at something in a tree nearby. His ears perked and he turned his head to investigate his eyes narrowing on the source of the sound.
She threw and Carrick’s ears perked his eyes focusing on the two squirrels running up and down the tree. ”Sorry, I missed it.” he said honestly then looked back to the tree. ”Aye! Look at that! Ya got it!” he said smirking. ”Even more impressive. Would have done great at the big top!”
His eyes shifted back to Lenna, ”Where’s the flair though?” he said curiosuly while giving her a toothy grin and a flourish of the arms. His tail swayed behind him, ”Maybe a backflip or a front flip?” he asked with a chuckle most things Carrick did wasn’t practical it was for show.
”Call ‘em back?” he said pointing at the knives, ”Best two out of three.” his pointed ears perked up and he followed the sound to the squirrel’s again who now were agrivating a Robin. His eyes followed.
