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 growl faded when the giant of a woman waved to him. His eyes turned to her and he gave a half awkward wave while still trying to make himself look bigger than he was. Not for her but for the two now thugs Carrick used to run around town with. They called him Carrie. He didn’t like being called that anymore.
Carrick frowned some confused when the overly friendly lady given the situation said she was fine. She didn’t seem that way but then again she could have had a gun on her or she was the gun. The Irishman looked to the pair and then studied the knife. ”He’s lying to ya.” he said dropping down in between them in a soft landing. His wings folded behind him still not sure what to make of the situation.
”I... was... worried?” the shifter said more surprised with his own feelings. Because he was. Carrick didn’t do heroics, not unless he got something out of it. This whole situation seemed odd to him. Not just because of the people trying to do the robbing but because he was trying to figure out why he cared all of a sudden? Was it because she was nice to him?
The ‘retired’ thief folded his arms, ”They looked like they wanted to cause some trouble with ya after you were dropping the money on the table.” he tried to explain wondering if she had an attention span shorter than his. ”Guessing they saw an easy score.” his mismatched colored eyes shifted over to the pair.
”And what are ya even doing with a knife?” Carrick seemed more frustrated now than before. Maybe he shouldn’t have even bothered? “Just hand over the money. You know what Carrie. You hand yours over too. You’re living too cushy of a life now that your back at the school.” Carrick flashed his fangs in a smile his tail flicking alerting all of an impending attack. ”Really?”
”Course it is. I thought of it.” Carrick said chuckling to himself. ”And I happen to be at least two of ‘em so it works out even better.” he joked turning down the amp an playing a bit softer now that there was no drumming.
The thief’s ears perked at the start of a growl having stopped himself so many times he new the signs and the hand clamping to his mouth shut. ”Don’t worry I’m sure people will find ya cute.” he offered trying to lighten the mood. ”Do what ya need to.” he nodded his head. Sometimes it was easier to leave than argue with yourself. Especially when the other self is furred.
Carrick’s eyes fixed on Rowan for a moment, ‘Fight!’ his tail flicked in response and he fought the urge to move quickly towards the kid before he went full beast. His fingers moved instead strumming on the softer strings trying to distract his own beast. He knew Rowan was struggling with his own. ”Date.” he corrected the younger shifter who was stumbling over his words.
”Be clear on yer intention with her. Ya like her. Be up front. That way ya know yer not wasting each others time.” he said nodding his head sagely shutting his eyes trying to get them back to normal.
”Aye, sounds like a plan, ya might need to remind me. Really bad at planning things in advance.” his wings opened a bit and his tail flicked, ”No part of me is good at it.” he laughed glad his eyes were back to normal. ”Be sure to get some practice in! Make it loud and be confident! On yer date as well!” Carrick shouted so the word date could be heard further away only to play it off by jamming on the guitar.
A low growl echoed from his throat shifting his attention back to Liz glad the fox seemed to get the message. It was his fault, he couldn’t get the thing freed in time and then he went to Liz for help. He should have just dealt with it on his own. Maybe use a stick to keep the claws and beak from breaking into him again.
She was a teacher, but also an ex. So he had to do this carefully, ”**** you.” his slitted eyes darted over to the bird of prey all bound up. ”In what world am I one to toy with animals in me human form.” he asked and quickly added the bit about his human form. While both forms often liked to play with their food Carrick’s human part had no interest in it often finding it cruel.
The now younger shifter held up his finger tips covered in cuts and scrapes the bleeding having stopped some time before he went to see her. ”Been sitting out ‘ere fer hours trying ta figure out how to calm the thing down. It doesn't belong on the ground!” he said gesturing to it clearly frustrated about everything. ”I even debated shifting and ending it.” his eyes welled up. He wasn’t going to cry in front of Liz. Even if he wanted to because of the current situation or because what she made him feel when she left.
Carrick swung his head to the side and roared this one more from frustration than trying to scare anything. ”I found ‘em like this! Heard it’s call, but yer right! This is something I’m clearly capable of. Me being a dumb beast all I can do is scare and hurt things.” he punched a tree and regretted almost instantly. ”Fer **** sakes!” he shouted at himself shaking his hand.
”Who doesn’t?” Carrick asked almost chuckling at his response. ”Believe that would be irony?” his eyes adjusting to the series of lights that went out when he tripped on it and when Zek flashed one into existence.
”I mean, yer having it painted of yerself at least ask to add an inch... or three.” he said trying not to laugh, ”Maybe that’s why he always seems so angry yet has a giant mansion this size.... ohmygod he’s over compensating.” Carrick chuckled sad the music would never sound the same way again.
Carrick took a few steps forward while Zek ran to the vault doors. ”I must have this art.” he said taking his phone out and took a photo then took another photo this time with him in it. He didn’t send it out, he couldn’t do that to Ol’ Mackellan. Not after he got the Irishman through some tough times.
”Never meet yer heroes.” he said shaking his head still trying to catch his breath from the laughter. ”I can’t do vaults that big anyways. Great now we,” he started to laugh again and thumbed to the portiat, ”Got something in common.” laughing at his innuendo.
The vault door vanished and his eyes started to water. ”Boyo.... did we just die?” the amount of shinies in the room... his eyes darted from one gold brick to a stack of money to some jewelry to the gold grills that someone put in their teeth. Carrick reached for a crown and placed it atop his head deciding Zek could keep the grills. ”Think I pull it off.” he said spotting himself in a mirror framed out in what looked like gold.
“Yeah.... think you should pull it off....” they were distracted. Carrick didn’t' notice them until he heard some guns cocking.
”Heartbeasts?” Carrick asked after clearing his throat. The roar made it scratchy again, one the reasons he wouldn’t make it as a ‘screamer’. He’d lose his voice and if you’re a performer... why? ‘Fight!’ Carrick smacked his chest distracting himself and then looked back to Rowan whose eyes were red again. Was he crying? The Irishman didn’t ask. Music affected everyone differently.
”I found those with a more approachable name hav’a stronger fanbase.” he said his tail flicking while his pupils turned to slits. Beasty was on edge. Carrick averted his gaze and started to pluck the strings again moving his fingers about with less head banging thankfully. It gave him a headache.
”Only needs ta be a rough draft though. Ya worry about rebranding when ya make it and sell out right? Can’t wait.” he smirked his tail flicking behind him. ”Never have to worry about when yer next meal is coming from or what grades ya got in school. That’s the dream.” he chuckled flashing his teeth back at Rowan.
”Yer more than welcome to come up with it pending approval of course.”
When he climbed out of the window he looked back at his ex-girlfriend now least favorite teacher and dropped his jaw. ”What?” Carrick shouted as he watched her disappear. He knew she meant it and he knew she’d take her time which was more infuriating than anything to him. He waited till she vanished and he let out a frustrated roar followed by a line of curses from every language he heard before.
Who was she to tell him what he can and couldn’t do. He paced ignoring her request kicking anything that was sticking out of the ground. After kicking a few rocks he sighed and folded his arms and leaned up on the building till she arrived. ”Well, good thing this isn’t urgent. Pretty sure someone could ‘ave died by the time it took ya to get ‘ere.” he said frustrated.
”We good now or ya want to waste some more time. Not like the grounds have foxes or other things that would love ta eat it.” he frowned threw up his hands, his tail flicked and his feathers ruffled. ”@@@ @@@@@ @@@@@” he cursed to himself and pulled the cigarette from his ear and put it in his mouth opened his wings and took off low to the ground so she could follow him.
When he got to the group of trees and spotted the bird of prey tangled in a balloon string he let out another curse and roared trying to scare away a fox that was sniffing close to where the creature was bound. It was her fault they were late. Any later and he probably wouldn’t have had a reason to be there in the first place.
The shifter was already down the hall when he saw another flash of light and the commotion of a bunch of people tripping. Carrick swung open a door and thankfully found another set of stairs this one was less showy than the one they came down a few seconds ago. ”If that was the kitchen sure!” Carrick said having his doubts.
Practically jumping down the flight he opened his wings slightly and landed at the bottom of them and swung open the door. ”Maybe their making danishes?” he smirked running into what looked like a dark room for photographers. The hanging photos and dim red lights were his giveaway. His eyes adjusted quickly so he didn’t bother to turn on a switch. They’d probably ruin the photos too.
”Was it Raspberry?” he asked trying to catch his breath looking around for another door which he found a few seconds after he tripped over power cord. He ignored what it was plugged into. They were here for money, gold and jewels. Not whatever was in the dark room. Carrick chuckled and pushed himself up and dusted himself off and then opened the door. His jaw dropped from what he was seeing. ”What the ****.”
”No need. It’s fine. She ain’t suffering anymore. Not much I could do about it then. Even less now.” he didn’t ask about Rowan’s family. The younger shifter would have brought it up if it was important. Things like that didn’t really concern Carrick too much not having the best relationship with his other immediate family would do that to you. His thoughts about his mother could be heard in the most recent string of cords.
Carrick smirked at the younger shifters response, ”Look at you. Two minutes in a band and ya already know what the fairer sex likes.” Carrick chuckled. ”Good fer you.” the names caused him to raise his eyebrow and flash his teeth more this time laughing.
”Problem with that is I’d probably ruin me voice screaming into the mic if were supposedly tough.” he cleared his throat and roared glad there wasn’t a microphone around. It was a short lived one but he wasn’t exactly looking at Rowan due to some head banging as his fingers ran up and down the instrument quickly.
”Add some Z’s and it’s a given!” he nodded his head, before going back to teasing, ”Love struck? Crushin?” he asked teasing a bit more.
The shifter was already walking before she told him to lead the way, he didn’t really want to sit around and discuss why he needed her powers he figured showing her would be easier than talking to her. His tail flicked with irritation the more he thought about what he wanted to say to tell her but he only managed, ”Nothing to worry about. Just need ya ta calm something fer me.” he said curtly.
”No, nothing ta do with Amethyst. She’s great, fantastic even. Best girl ever.” he said not wanting to discuss his current girlfriend with the old one. His eyes shifted backwards to make sure she was still following. ‘Old’ he snickered to himself while his tail changed the way it was swaying. It was like he was toying with a kill.
”It’s outside though.” he said getting to the nearest window and climbing out of it. It was a very Carrick way to enter and exit the mansion. One he was pretty sure wouldn’t be repeated by the now teacher which was fine it give him something else to complain about later.
”What ya think I wouldn’t be able ta handle ‘em?” the shifter asked giving him a toothy grin revealing his canines were pointier than normal. ”Ya seem me scrap before in the bars right?” he asked smirking at the handcuffs the pink ones. The one that was splotchy raised more questions but he didn’t think it was a good place to ask and knowing Zek he probably wasn’t going to offer any useful information and the less Carrick knew the better. Made it easier to lie if he had to testify.
”Seems ya know a way around a gag.” Carrick said joking before looking around, ”Two or three floors? How big is this place!?!?” Carrick said knowing firsthand by getting a birds eye view. It didn’t reveal the levels though. He just assumed it was three to four floors. The shifter walked to the nearest room he hoped was a closet and opened it.
”No sense leaving ‘em out in the open like this.” he sighed and grabbed the shoulder of one of the guys and proceeded to drag both of them to the closet then quietly shut the door behind him. ”Now.... what way...” he said looking around more trying not to get distracted by all the shiny wall décor and light fixtures.
”So ya think his music career paid fer all of this or is it his ‘alleged activities’ that covers the bills?” he asked curiously then got his answer. Carrick opened another door and found group of guys standing around a table with mound of a white substance on it. The men standing around the table stopped what they were doing and stared at Carrick.
Carrick responded with slowly shutting the door. ”Too bad Juni issn’t here.” he looked to Zek and started to run.
”Was, she’s dead now.” Carrick said flatly as he turned his attention back to the guitar in hand if there was something interesting on it. It was an awkward conversation topic and Carrick didn’t do sad, at least that’s what he kept telling everyone.
”Happened a bit ago so it’s fine. She was sick fer years, actually the reason I moved back home was to care fer her. But with her gone and me being in the prime of me youth again decided it was best to come back and finish school.” that was in short what had happened. He didn’t recall all the details but the note he left for himself was enough to go by.
”So we are starting a band then?” Carrick asked trying to change subject back to a more lighthearted one. ”Beasty boys is already taken though.” he said with a sigh, ”What lies below?” he asked plucking a few stings as he thought out loud. ”Tame the beast?” he snapped his fingers and looked up to Rowan, ”Gotta be a good drummer with a name like that!” he smirked.
”What about Lovesickpuppies?” he asked chuckling at Rowan’s expense.
The shifter cringed and avoided eye contact when she appeared, mixed emotions swirled around in his head only to be drowned out by the sounds his beast form chanting his favorite line when he was around women. Carrick’s tail was the only clear indication about how he was feeling about the situation, irritated.
”Why do ya always thing I did something wrong.” the shifter asked knowing the answer. His mismatched eyes shifted upwards to the look of concern on her face and he scratched the back of his head in response trying not to growl over the situation. Why did she get to be concerned for him. She lost that right a long time ago when she ghosted him.
”I’m fine and I didn’t do anything wrong so ya can stop thinking I did something awful.” she worried, she always was the worrier. Carrick tried not to think about it much more as he waved her to follow him.
After his wings ruffled, he added, ”I don’t need ya. Need yer powers. Found something I can’t handle on me own without ‘em messing me up good.” he wanted to make it clear he didn’t need her.
”Me an ass?” Carrick asked pretending to be shocked, ”Never.” he smirked and rolled his eyes again pretending it was the first time someone ever called him that.
”Ya can.” he agreed, ”But where’s the fun in it?” the shifter asked curiously he too had his own pity parties before but the more he threw them the more alone he realized he was and he didn’t like feeling that way. Carrick didn’t do sad. ”Better off throwing one fer yerself when I’m not around.” his tail flicked at the younger shifter.
Carrick scoffed, ”No one want’s ta be normal!” he rolled his eyes again though smiling this time, ”Ya ask anyone on the street mutant or human, they’re gonna tell ya that. We’re different. Accept it, can’t do anything to change it either.” he said opening his wings a little to show off. ”Make it work for ya.” he shrugged and strummed the guitar again changing cords quickly.
The Irishman stopped playing and then cracked a huge grin when the topic went back to him and Amethyst. ”Ha right? She even said she doesn’t do the dating thing.” he threw his hands up in the air his wings opening along with them in a victory pose ”Now she’s dating me.” he said bragging about overcoming her challenge to him. His tail waved lazily showing how happy he was about the situation.
”If only me mum could see me now. She’d be so proud of her little song bird.” he said grinning then stopped, ”Ya don’t get to call me that. No one does except fer me ma.”
”Prefer if ya didn’t do anything when I cover yer mouth. First time I’ve ever done it.” he said wiping his hand on pant leg then eyeing the mace from the duffle bag. Carrick tried not to smirk at it wondering how hard those twig like arms could swing the thing. Then again gravity would probably help him quite a bit on it. Carrick made a mental note to suggest his dance instructor should do something similar.
Carrick spotted the opening to the stairwell first and looked over spotting two guards talking below neither had a hand on their side arms and they both seemed relaxed. Carrick waited a second before grinning and hopping over the ledge landing on one of the guards his fists made contact with the top of the guys head while he landed causing the first guard to collapse.
The second one was so shocked at what happened was busy trying to fumble with his side arm. Carrick got to him and gave him an uppercut getting his wings involved till the guy doubled over holding his gut. Carrick then proceeded to hit him till he was out cold. It wasn’t the most effective way to knock someone out but he seemed to be enjoying the violence a bit too much. ”Ya got a gag or something for em maybe some zipties?” Carrick asked rummaging through the pockets pulling out the guns, wallets, cigarettes sunglasses, phones and communication devices.
”Can’t believe these guys get paid ta be here.” he said shaking his head and taking all the stuff that was worth taking. His backpack was slowly gaining weight from all the free sunglasses and watches he slowly had been collecting. Now all they needed to do was find another set of stairs going down.
There were a lot of things Carrick didn’t want to do that he was forced to do. Like school for example, he thought he was smart enough. He’d proven it time and time again with the amount of money he was now sitting on. Either by gigs or some street conning. He proved he was smart. However until he finally graduated he was forced to go to school. Forced into class. All except one. Be it a time to fly or he had a ‘job’ to do he always found a reason not to attend her class.
Carrick actually took pride in it, being able to come up with a reason to miss everyone one of his Bio classes, except for test days. He still did the homework. Amethyst was good about grabbing extra for him. She was also pretty good at asking him why he didn’t attend the class. Carrick being Carrick always had a reason. All of them could be summed up in truth by the teacher. Liz. His ex-girlfriend. Someone he used to date. Though to her it was a long time ago.
Someone Carrick still had no intention of running into. That being said he stood at the biology room doors. His tail twitching behind him and the start of a growl forming in his throat. It was clear he didn’t want to be there, by his slitted pupils or the way his smile almost looked like a scowl. Carrick needed to be here though. He reluctantly knocked on the door arms folded. Making sure not to be looking directly at the face that appeared. He didn’t want to feel that way again. Hurt, broken. The shifter however needed his ex’s abilities.
So here he was. Finally showing up to class that ended hours ago. If he wasn’t inside he’d have started smoking the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear. ”Need yer help.... please.” he said arms still folded making it clear he didn’t have a lot of options.
