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.
The shifter looked around at what looked like a small battle field then looked back down at his naked body and he sighed. There was blood on him. He was pretty sure it wasn’t his though with his luck some of it might have been his. He tired not to think too much about the pain his body felt. His wing, arm, ribs. Zek could fill him later. There was probably a good reason for all of this. It could be shared over a pint. His voice was a bit hoarse.
”Yeah... Wait! Hold up.” Carrick chimed in trying to get Zek to repeat what he just said, ”I did what to who!?!” where was Tiny? Carrick’s eyes darted around and he suddenly pieced everything together. At least what he thought was everything. He tried to kill Tiny? Was it his shifted form? Why Tiny? Carrick’s attention shifted to the crowds and his stomach churned. What did he do? Why can’t he remember!?!
”Wait really?” he got distracted again at the mention of his maybe-not-future-wife now. ”Store bought?” he asked having a look of disgust. How did that make her not a nice lady? It grossed the shifter out but it didn’t necessarily made her a bad person. Right?
Speak of the potential wife and they do appear! Carrick’s eyes glossed over a bit when he saw her and he started to purr. ”Hey. You see the show?” Carrick asked grinning, ”I did it fer ya.” he grinned with splotches of blood covering his pale body. But why was she focusing on Zek? Carrick was the jealous type and he turned his gaze to Zek. What did he do to upset his future duet singer?
The purring got louder with the new song and he developed a stupid grin on his face. ”Okay!” he said with a thumbs up. ”Anything fer ya darling. Can’t wait ta sing with ya.”
Carrick flashed his teeth in a grin to Zek. ”Sorry mate!” he lowered his body ignoring the pain in his body and lunged for his friend. Baring his fangs. ”Nothing personal right?” he swiped his hand that might have had longer nails than usual as his body already started to undergo another partial shift.
There was a red flash of light then a yellow one. Carrick’s glossed over eyes continued to watch everything while his hands was raised proudly in the air. There was a clap and his eyes went back to normal distracting him from the singing that was encouraging him to put on a show.
Carrick blinked and his eyes went from the Kerosene that was on the ground now to Zek. He didn’t like the smell of the kerosene. Zek didn’t smell that much better though. ”Where are my clothes?” his body ached, ”Why does everything hurt?”
The crowd was still cheering and he looked down at himself debating to cover up. The singing was drowned out now by the smell of Kerosene and his thoughts between being naked and the crowd. ”One hell of a show?” he asked looking to Zek waiting for confirmation before taking his messed up arm and tucking it close to his chest in a little bow.
”This isn’t the same place I remember.” he said reluctantly. Everything was different now. He didn’t remember having to fight anyone. ”Wh-where’s Tiny?” he asked looking around starting to remember bits and pieces. ”and where is the girl with the beautiful voice? I think I’m gonna marry her.”
While he did have a healing factor, his liver didn’t seem to get the message. He might bounce back better than most but it was still a process for him and now this poor person had to deal with it. His guilt faded though after his sunglasses were accepted from him. Carrick did all he could now. After pouring them both coffee he walked over the finished cookies and sniffed the air above them waiting till he detected peanut butter.
His tail flicked behind him as he studied his prey looking for the nicest looking cookie. They all looked good but there was always one that looked picture perfect. Tilting his head back to the miracle cure he shook his head at the offered cream and... something sweet he didn’t know what it was but already had his eye on the cookie he could always grab it later if it was in the fridge. Labels meant little to him in a community fridge. If Sam wanted to keep his bacon and steaks safe he’d put them in the other fridges he owned. ”I’m all set. Irish coffee fer me.” he said pulling the flask from his back pocket.
”Well, if it’s a free service yer providing I won’t turn it down.” he smirked and turned his attention back to the cookies and spotted his target. His hand swooped down and grabbed it and he took a few steps to the other side of the counter. ”I like free.” he said almost having a pep in his step now that he was hangover free since... he looked to the clock upset the thought didn’t rhyme.
”Carrick O’Conner” he thumbed his chest and started to devour his cookie after thumbing his chest. ”Resident flyer and musician.” he said this time with a full mouth. The flask contents was poured into the coffee and he took a sip of it. Figuring there was no reason not to enjoy ‘hair of the dog’ if he didn’t feel hungover. ”You are? Other than super helpful, that hangover was a good one too. You sure you don’t need ta sit down or throw up?” Carrick being thoughtful offered up the flask.
Most, he wasn’t like most. The shifter didn’t like being grouped in with the most. Most was... well boring. The shifter stifled a yawn and scratched the back of his head now that he was a bit warmer. Most people don’t work at night. ”Most people don’t have to work the night shift fer a living either.” he smirked and flicked his tail walking over to the fridge.
”I am.” he said as if it was obvious he did just walk in like he owned the place. He didn’t but his Gryphon form found it that way some times. The skies above the mansion were his hunting grounds. Not like he has much competition. Carrick didn’t ask her, she was at least a student here. She seemed to be around his age. ”Been here fer... **** going on six years now?” he asked to himself then shook his head, ”Man, I’m ancient now.” he whistled and then opened the fridge doors to see if any one had anything already made.
”Good, sounds like a... balanced meal. Too balanced fer me.” he said at first to the fish being offered. He normally didn’t care for fish. He had a lot growing up and in his opinion it couldn’t beat a lot of the other meats. ”I only eat anchovies on pizza.” his head disappeared into the fridge while his tail flicked behind him like he was hunting for something.
”Thanks! Yer really hospitable with everyone elses food!” he said oozing the compliment with sarcasm. He found his target like so many times before and pulled out a bag of steak. The good ones. On it read a note, ”Sam’s don’t touch. I know you can read Carrick.””
”Well look at that the Iceman is such a sweetheart. Already wrote my name on it.” he pulled the bag from the fridge and tossed it on the counter while he started to rummage for a pan to cook it in.
”Yer new?” he asked spritzing some oil into the pan he found.
She offered fighting instead of Danger Room shenanigans. He made a show of thinking on it. Why was everyone trying to teach him how to fight? He already knew how to fight his Da drilled it into him at an early age. In fact when the O’Conners were in town most of the pubs closed their doors all three of them in a building meant someone was going to throw something. Either a fist, or a bottle.
”I’m good on the fighting but I’m always up fer throwing sharp things. Used ta do it when I was with the circus. The fighting and the throwing.” he gave a little flip in the air then landed tossing his hands up like he just did an impressive feat.
”Yer loss, no one flies like I do.” he said thumbing his chest. No one bragged about flying like he did either.
”So ya have a preferred tree or do ya throw them inside the mansion?” his mischievous grin widened. Knife throwing in the mansion could be fun.
The shifter’s stomach churned again was it the smell of the cookies or whatever he was baking? No, it was probably the rest of the whiskey in an empty stomach. His head turned slightly hiding his cat like eyes behind his sunglasses. ”Eh?” he didn’t' really want to talk not till he had his coffee at least.
The guy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot and Carrick wondered if he was looking for a bathroom. They were all over the mansion, he might have come from one recently trying to ‘get the poison out’. Carrick raised a hand and leaned back when the guy grabbed his hand. Taken by surprise his tail flicked in annoyance. Why was someone touching him this early? He didn’t like it when strangers touched him. Usually they were reaching for his wings, or his tail and even sometimes his ears but his wrist was a new one.
”Why are you....” his words faded and he suddenly felt like a million bucks, or better depending who you are asking a brand new Carrick. His stomach no longer felt like it was churning and his eyes weren’t as sensitive to light. Well less than they were before. His vision was always a little sensitive to light.
”... I do...” it was to both questions. He felt better and wanted a cookie or five. His stomach now with it’s new lease on a morning/afternoon he grabbed the coffee mug with enthusiasm. ”You look like hell now though.” he said guessing there was a reason he felt better and the person who just grabbed suddenly looked worse. Why would someone do that to themself without enjoying the festivities.
”You had me at peanut butter and chocolate chip.” he grinned flashing his pointed canines and then removed his sunglasses offering them up to the stranger. ”You might need these more than me right now.” he said pouring a large cup for himself. ”Ya need any?” he asked hefting the pot.
”You took me hangover? Why?” the person must have wanted something. A favor? Gems? He might have had his favorite looking diamond in his pocket but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to give that up just yet. His Gryphon form would have a fit.
Carrick woke up late again he pulled another all nighter at a bar that seemed like it never wanted to close, after singing his usual set of a few hours worth of music he had to resort to requests and then magic tricks. Either way by the end ot the night he had done his job and entertained the heck out of everyone. He even got a ‘play again here’. To him that was one of the highest complements because it meant future work and the shifter liked money.
One thing he didn’t like was class. Particularly Biology, it was taught by his ex-girlfriend and if that wasn’t enough he had been struggling to show up at all. For one it was too early and seeing as he didn't’ get back well after closing time he was struggling. Two he was hungover, free drinks were hard to pass up and three. It was bio, taught by Liz. He could have been stone cold sober and still have wanted to avoid it. He’d show up on test day and do just enough. Luckily the Princess was in the class with him so he was sure he could convince her to share notes.
The Irishman walked into the kitchen with an amount of swagger that could only be described as attention grabbing. Not only did he have his wings and tail grabbing everyone’s attention as he walked into a room but he was rocking the sunglasses indoors. He made a B-line for the coffee maker while practically spinning to avoid any physical interactions with the person baking the cookies. His stomach growled at the smell.
”Morning, ‘cuse me.” he said as he passed by not noticing anything other than the slacks and cookies. His mismatched colored eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the light yet. All he knew was he needed coffee. He stared at the coffee maker wondering if he was going to throw up.
‘Kiiiilll!’ whispered the siren’s song. Tiny went down using all his hands to clutch his chest the greyness of his skin, tusks and trunk all started to recede back into Tiny’s normal body till his friend was there holding his chest. Looking terrified, his once glazed over eyes reverting back to normal. The fear was new but that was the same Tiny Carrick grew up with in the circus. The shifter’s eyes however were still glossed over. He was still being commanded.
Tiny’s chest heaved a few times sweat now coating his body. Carrick took a step forward and debated if it was a mercy killing. ‘T-Tiny?’ the voice was faint in the back of his mind and drown out by the song that he hoped he’d hear the rest of his life. Carrick took a step closer to Tiny and sniffed the air ignoring the cheers at first. He had one, he had protected his position as Alpha and would collect his new mate.
The crowd roared with applause and cheer, Carrick responded in kind, while his beast form normally didn’t care about the performance some things were hard to ignore. Carrick’s clawed hands shot up in the air as he inhaled and then put a foot on Tiny’s chest and Carrick exhaled a roar drowning out the crowd. He was the greatest.
It was short lived however after the roar he stumbled backwards and started to pull at his fur signaling, the end of his time limit or was it finally that the threat was over he no longer needed to be here? Either way after a few seconds of clawing at his body and pulling clumps of hair a very naked Carrick was reveled.
Mismatched colored eyes looked around and gave a nervous grin, he was naked. Standing over Tiny with a cheering crowd. He had dreams and nightmares like this when he was a kid. Not with Tiny there mind you, just adoring fans and a naked Carrick. Where was his PJ’s? At least this wasn’t like the one he had to take a Bio exam naked in front of his ex-girlfriend while the class watched him to make sure he wasn't’ cheating.
”Tiny?” he crouched down the adrenaline still going blocking most of his pain receptors while he was still in the moment. Tiny didn’t move. His eyes opened and closed a few times and his body looked like he had just got into a fight with...
”Mate? You alright!?!?” The now humanish version of Carrick crouched down next to Tiny, ”Help!” his voice was hoarse. He wasn’t a medic, a lot of things but someone who could heal wasn’t one of them. ”Someone help hi-” the singing got louder and his eyes glossed over.
Carrick stood and raised a fist in the air. He was victorious.
His body ached his throat hoarse but he stood, his position as Alpha demanded it. He wheezed as he inhaled, something else hurt. The crowd he landed in dispersed quickly one brave enough to snap a photo of the epic fight oblivious to the pain train that Tiny was bringing. Carrick exhaled loudly as loud as he could drowning out the trumpeting as Tiny came crashing down around him. Carrick dodged the blow by jumping forward and the stands that had been erected to house potential buyers and one blue tongued clown came crashing down around them.
Carrick’s beast form rolled and righted itself only to stagger when it tried to stand on all fours. He shifted his weight continuing to growl at Tiny who was now buried in the stands a bunch of bleachers and chairs formed a ball around the impact zone where he landed. ‘Fight!’ he growled again feeling his skin tighten. Another shift was coming he could feel it. His Gryphon form wanted in on the action now, to prove itself worthy of the title and the ‘mate’.
Two grey hands erupted from the bleachers and started to claw their way out. A few chairs were thrown some towards Carrick others at random locations in the big top. It was clear Tiny didn’t have the best aim in his Final form something else seemed off. He was clutching two of his left arms as if the impact was enough to cause pain. Carrick wasn’t going to fall for that. The shifter’s broken wing tried to move and he let out a howl in pain he couldn’t fly anymore so instead he jumped and used his good wing to give him a little more distance.
Blood trickled down his face obscuring more than just the swollen eye. He could still see Tiny though, his target was big and slow and now not moving as much. An easy target for someone like Carrick. On two legs he ran and leapt taking Tiny unaware as he landed on top of his former friend Carrick’s claws began to claw anything he could reach. Such a spectacle would not only give him his ‘Mate’ but deter others from challenging his position. Tiny was several times his size it would be a most impressive kill.
Carrick struggled to get up, his lungs were empty after the meeting the ground they emptied further while he struggled trying to free his arm. Finally Tiny raised his foot and he pulled his arm free. It hurt and hung limp as he examined it. He’d have to go for the kill next. The singing demanded it. Tiny demanded something else. Something that seemed to resonate with the shifter. ‘Fight?’ he looked to the large grey mass of muscle riddled with appendages pointing at him. Was he attacking again?
Lowering on three limbs he started to growl again his hair standing on end. He was supposed to fight him not be pointed at. This wasn’t part of the show. Then the singing could be heard again, it drowned out everything else any thoughts Carrick was developing got pushed away when he heard the trumpeting of Tiny charging him again. ‘Fight!’ his body moved on it’s own wings snapped open at the last minute and Carrick dodged hand, then a trunk then another hand. Tiny slammed into the ground where Carrick was standing seconds ago a loud ‘thud’ vibrated throughout the center ring as Carrick flipped onto the Elephant shifter’s back.
‘Victory!’ bellowed Carrick’s beast form in the form of a loud roar. He did this not gravity! His shifted form swiped quickly with tooth and nail gouging out any chunk of flesh he could pull. Tiny roared himself but in pain as Carrick turned his former’s friend back into a scratching post. Tiny swatted at his back trying to get on his knees and stand. Each hand was too bulky to get to his back but his trunk managed to swat Carrick on the side of the head sending him flying towards the nearest stands like a foul ball. He landed in the stands with a loud crunch when he landed on his wing.
The spectators cleared out of the stands where Carrick landed. Tiny now losing a lot of blood stumbled forward charging the stand where Carrick had landed. A woman clutched her things and ran, ‘Mate?’ Carrick wondered as she ran. Nope he’d settle for the singer who seemed to be putting more gusto into her voice. ‘Fight.’ Carrick growled and stood up ignoring the way one of his wings were bent.
Carrick eyed her as she picked up her cloak and a bag. His curiosity was apparent as his tail started to flick behind him. ”Oh? Whatcha got there?” he said grinning standing on his tip toes as if he could see into the bag if he strained himself. It was more for show than actually trying to spoil the surprise.
”And we’re flying, kinda part of the deal. Can’t fly and not get high. Seems silly.” he grinned hefting his guitar over one shoulder and wing letting it hang behind him. He was planning on walking the hallways and exiting like a grounder but his smirk became apparent when she opened the window. ”Oh? What happened to exiting the normal way?” he asked with a chuckle before running back into her room and to the window.
”Know what, not gonna question it.” he set his guitar off to the side near the window and awkwardly climbed out the window given his nicer clothes that didn’t bend the way his regular worn in clothes did.
It took a moment and a little shimming but he managed to slide out the window and reach back in to grab his guitar first this time sliding a wing and arm through it so he could focus on the more important task. Carrying the Princess. ”Normally sneak out like this?” he asked knowing the answer with a smirk. His tail flicking behind him while he waited for her to climb out.
The shifter eyed her tail as it mocked his. Did it want to fight? Carrick looked back to his lazily and sipped his drink before responding. ”Ya can’t solve everything with violence!” he said feigning shock by touching his chest and scoffing.
”And I wouldn’t dream of challenging a more powerful being to a fist fight.” he mocked another bow. ”Ya got the years on me and that puts me at a disadvantage.” he sipped his coffee trying to hid his smirk.
”No?” he looked around wondering whose they were here for. Clearly he didn’t have to worry about it. He had his under control. He might have blushed a bit after her comment and then looked into his coffee like there was something interesting. ”Yeah, heard the roaring as well. Someone should sound proof their room.” he nodded trying not to laugh.
”So why we here really, Bezzy” he asked curiously stifling a yawn.
‘Fight!’ Carrick let out a roar in defiance as the trumpeting sounded. To say Tiny was tiny would have been stupid now, he towered over Carrick’s beast form and had more limbs than the shifter. He wasn’t jealous. Nope.
Dodging the goring from the ivory tusks Carrick turned slightly and hoped onto the tusk and went for a ride in the air. Before the trunk could grab him he snapped his wings open and lifted himself dodging the prehensile nose. Bronzed wings snapped shut and he landed on Tiny’s face claws out.
Carrick got in a few good swipes before he felt two massive hands grab a wing and an arm. Almost the whole chicken dinner. Almost. Carrick bit at one of the hands on his wing and then felt himself be thrown into the air. Before he hit the ground he turned and landed on his feet.
A low ‘yowl’ emanating from his chest. The singing continued to ring out in his mind. Why was he fighting Tiny’s final form? Tiny had a heart condition one that Carrick had been worried about for years. Why was he fighting? His snarl died down until there was another trumpet. ‘Mate!’ that’s right they were fighting for the snake lady. Scales and all.
Tiny charged again the ground thundering each step as the top heavy elephant shifter bull rushed into Carrick catching him by surprise. A flurry of grey arms swarmed Carrick’s beast form. Clearly an even match Carrick’s beast form started to question if this potential mate was worth the fight.
‘Fight!’ Carrick dodged another fist grabbed onto the swinging trunk opting for another ride again before he could get pummeled again. A clawed hand reached out to swipe at Tiny’s throat, blood was drawn and before Carrick could grab on further with his teeth he felt himself grabbed again by four sets of hands and then spiked to the ground where he bounced.
Carrick didn’t land on his feet he landed on his stomach. Before he could catch his breath Tiny’s rounded foot stepped on his arm. The shifter let out a loud roar in pain as sweat started to coat Tiny’s forehead.
”I can get their attention if ya want.” he asked smirking, ”Great at getting loud!” he grinned loving to demand attention. It might actually deafen Melissa if he roared so he’d just shout!
The wings usually did get the attention first which was fine. The wings brought people around and the tail kept them around with it’s antics. His backside was practically a show itself. He didn’t make the joke. His tail flicked behind him but fell back into place from the wind. ”Shucks, love. Almost don’t want ta take ya home now.” he said with a chuckle.
”Been apart of that group before I’m sure.” he turning his gaze to her. ”Also glad ya don’t. I don’t like exploding. Granted never done it but can’t imagine it be enjoyable.”
”So, where's home? Unless ya want me to drop ya off somewhere near by. Strangers. I get it.” he flashed his pointed teeth.
”Down!” he roared to his Gryphon form that didn’t like being ordered. It seemed to understand the urgency and the situation quite well. Probably better than anyone here. Gryphon form chirped quickly wrapped it’s talons around Beast form’s legs. Carrick added, ”Fer **** sakes! Please! And thank ya!” he cried as he struggled to push the beast form upper half fighting wings and tail to get it’s back.
”Stay the **** down!” struggled as the beast form thrashed about smacking Carrick in the nose with the back of it’s head. ”******” he spat up blood and tossed an elbow at the back of it’s head. It howled in pain enough to give the other two attacking forms a headache. More of a headache than they both already had. ”Stop fighting us!” he grunted back tasting blood. Was it his lip?
Carrick leaned back and then brought the only thing he could down on his beast form his head. There was a loud clunk and then he fell a few inches. Did he black out? His face was on the carpet that smelled like musty beast form. Did he normally smell that bad? His hand moved under the beak that was urging him up. ”I’m fine.” he lied and then both forms shook their head and looked around. Where did his beast form go?
There was a roar but it seemed more familiar like it wasn’t coming from his hearing but from within. ‘Fight!!!!’ he shook his head trying to rattle the beast form. ”I’d kick ya out if I knew you wouldn’t try to kill us!” he said still tasting blood. ”Where’d she go?” he asked to his Gryphon form. The large magnificent beast turned and tilted it’s head pointing.
”Perfect!” he said stumbling forward and hopping on the back of his preferred form. Carrick knew an opportunity when he saw it. Odds were he’d never get this chance again and he was okay with it. They both were. ”Lead the way!”
