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.
”fer real?” Carrick asked arching an eyebrow then watched her move the covers. She didn’t want to be alone either? He would have been fine on his own but he would have probably spent half the night texting her or making sure she was still in the mansion in the morning, he wasn’t going to argue though. Carrick had some sense.
His eyes followed the towel as she dropped it to the floor. Wait was she expecting him to sleep naked in the same bed with her? He went back into his head and started overthinking, ‘Mate!’ he quickly got out of his head and just started talking trying to be a smooth as possible after he closed his mouth.
He stood and put his hands on his hips, while his tail moved behind him like he was toying with her ”I can turn it off.” he said smirking doubting she’d want that. She told him before she liked it. He took a few steps to the side of the bed and looked at it for a few seconds and debated what he was going to do.
Finally without saying anything he climbed into her bed towel still on. ”So... heh” he removed the towel after some movement under the sheets. ”Really glad yer alright...” he said again not sure what to say now that he was naked in her bed. He knew what he should have said but couldn’t find the words.
He was rambling. Carrick didn’t normally like when people told him to stop talking however the Princess had a certain method that seemed to work well on him. His lips met hers and he shut up. Mismatched colored eyes opened back up and he started grinning not sure what he was talking about seconds before. ”Best keep that method a secret love. Lots of people try to get me to stop talking.” his tail flicked.
>>> "There was something you wanted to talk to me about. Earlier. What was it?"
It took him a few seconds to think about it. What did he want to ask her earlier? Was it before she got kidnapped or after? He went through a list in his head of all the questions he asked her then had a ‘oh ****!’ look on his. He knew the question but didn’t ask it. Not yet, not while they were naked. Time and place right? Was it supposed to be romantic? He thought it should be romantic.
”Hard to remember which question I wanted ta ask ya.” he lied his tail revealing as much as his bright red face.”[/color] he paused, ”I mean it doesn’t matter right now.” he said gesturing to his towel then to her.
”Mind if I sleep here tonight?” he asked changing the subject then realized how it sounded. He backtracked almost instantly. ”I mean, ya can say no. Just want to make sure yer okay. Crazy day.” he smirked awkwardly.
”Bit annoying but yeah,” he started adjusting his shirt to make sure everything fit right along his wings. ”Pretty sure I’d stay in that form if I could. Life’s easier for him. No bills, no cats breaking his stuff.” he smirked.
”Bit painful sure, literally peeling me skin to make way for the change in size hurts but it’s exhilarating. Unless I’m stuck between this one and that one. That one always hurts.” he said shaking his head. His body feeling loose and refreshed after the shift.
Carrick looked down at the cat girl and blinked in response as she studied him. ”Sure, don’t think ya have to ask though darlin’. Yer a cat. We don’t ask.” he said turning his side a little to lower his shoulder for her.
”Just gonna be heading back in if that’s alright. Got ta get me guitar together and see what I can do with it. Shifts always make me hungry as well.” he paused, ”Hungry?”
”That be Gene, don’t know why he needs to show everyone that mole. Been the same since I was here the first time.” he said rubbing his face and inhaling his cigar his stomach turning at the sight of the food now. So he looked away to see if he could see anyone else. A little irritated that Zek still hadn’t let him out of the cage. ”Much.” Carrick nodded. While he was irritated with Zek he was also a performer so knew looks were an important part of the show.
”Two seconds longer than last time!” he said hefting the bottle and giving Zek a cheers, ever since he first got to the circus when he was a kid Tiny had been there. Good and bad and given Carrick’s aggressive nature it was perfect because he had someone to yell at and hit when he ‘couldn’t use words like an adult’. He was his father’s son after all.
”Oh...” Carrick said trying to recall the events from last night still feeling most of it was a blurr. ”Does sound like me doesn’t it?” he let out a loud sigh, ”Well ya mind tracking down me phone and letting the mansion know I’m, alive?” he paused then shook his head, ”Ah they’ll be fine.” it was just one more performance and ever since stepping in the center ring he had the performer’s itch.
”Lady has some pipes.” Carrick agreed, was she the one that was still singing? Why couldn’t Zek hear it? Carrick tried to remmeber her face not just the voice ‘Mate?’ his head was swimming from everything the last thing he needed was his beast form telling him what to do.
”One last show.” he said changing his voice into a gruff tired one, ”Getting too old for this.” he looked to Zek, ”I’ll need some elephant ears. How long I got?”
”Oh that’s good because...” Carrick arched his back and started to purr louder when she surprised him with her hands down his back. His tail arching upwards the way a cats did.”Thought only the big guy liked that.” chuckling he added, ”I’m not taking ya back there. It be very... un-hero like.” Carrick said finding the word hero to describe him odd. He never thought of himself as one before. Nor did he like to.
”Still gonna have to be smarter when we go out next though...” he said hesitating, ”Flying only, that way no one can stop ya on the road and tell ya to get in to their vehicle. No traffic stops in the air.” he smirked.
Feeling himself ramble, ”Disguises too maybe. Fer you not me... kinda hard to hide what I am or who I am.” he said in thought trying to imagine him wearing a poncho or a trench coat.
You invite an entertainer to a dance/cook off you bet he is going to be the first one to dance. The chanting wasn’t the best thing to get him into his groove but he managed, occasionally grabbing the nearest person and pulling them into a sway or trying to encourage dancing. Clearly they were in need of dancers because he seemed to be the only one into it. Well, him and Zek.
Eventually Carrick felt like he was the only one trying to get into the ‘dance’ off portion of the evening so he decided he’d do it on a full stomach because it was a ‘cook’ off as well. He sighed and ignored the chanting walking over to the refreshment table hoping for something good maybe some pizza, ribs, a burger... it was a cook off right?
Nothing screamed for his attention except for the kool-aide also known as the ‘forbidden drink’ in the O’Conner household or what’s left of it. His mother had a strong hatred for the drink and what it did to the winged shifter. The sugary drink turned his normal energy up a until he hundred fold until he passed out from a sugar rush, the issue was he’d shift before he passed out. The shifter eyed it and debated grabbing a glass until he got distracted with fire.
”****” he muttered as he was brought back to the scene going on behind him instead of drinking the cup that was now in his hand. Leave it to Zek to have them involved with a fire at some point. ”Always a fire with you, and those are my magic tricks, they got kool-aide!” his tail flicked happily as he looked around.
After the second white robe made the fire extra red he felt himself being pushed forward. The shifter stumbled spilt his drink and then waved as a few people eyed him having spilt the drink on a few red sashed robe wearers “A volunteer!” the knife was handed to him and he looked at it with disgust.
A dirty knife, white robes and no food. This toga party was lame Carrick smirked and gave a slight bow. ”Yes! I volunteer!” he looked to the knife again and shook his head and walked over to the fire and raised both his hands.
Grinning ready to bring the wow, ”Nothing up me sleeves!” he lowered each sleeve then brandished his hands for extra flare before taking his thumb and pressing it against his sharpened canines. Blood formed in his mouth then he shook his thumb towards the fire. The flames didn’t turn red they turned blue and he snapped his wings open lifting his robe in the process not only flashing everyone but showing off his greatest gift the ability to steal the show!
The irishman finally sat after showing off and he looked over his shoulder and wings as she got to work on them. His tail flicked behind him glad to be there. ”Not the first time they got a little heat.” he said with a shrug. They saw the mansion healer and all of them were going to be fine, he was happy about that. More so that the Princess was alright, if it was his fault anything worse happened to her...
His eyes shut as she adjusted some feathers the purring continuing since she started. ”Could have,” he agreed and gave a half-hearted shrug. The pain of shifting was sometimes more than anyone else could inflict on at least he hadn’t come across it yet. Especially when he was stuck between forms.
”Been in worse situations,” he paused, ”Know how to handle meself.” he said trying to downplay the danger they were in. ”Didn’t have time not to be.” he looked back over his shoulder, ”Every second I wasted with them was another second you were in danger.” she was in danger because of him in the first place.
Puffing out his chest again, ”Sides, I got to ya first.” he thumbed his nose.
Carrick stuck his tongue out at her briefly at the comment then went into his mock bow. It sounded more sarcastic to him than anything but he thought he was making good strides. He was at least confident enough to step in the shower and now be pretty much naked in her room. Grabbing the towel from his head and wrapping it around him he followed her out.
”Where we going?” he asked smirking knowing that there were only so many places he could go with nothing but a towel on. The mansion had pretty strict rules about being naked. He didn’t need another talking to. Especially after tonight.
She sat on the bed he remained standing but puffed out his chest when the wings opened hard to show them off when he was sitting, ”Only cause ya asked nicely. They don’t look too bad.” he said looking at a few spots that needed a little TLC. While normally he thought he was the best one for the job he knew that the Princess was more than capable of taking care of them.
”Are they?” he asked lifting his wing a little to move out of the way. His eyes occasionally wandered until she exited the shower leaving him in there alone. The shower seemed roomier but he enjoyed it more with her in there. He could deal with the lack of space.
>>>"So, what is up with the whole modesty thing?
Carrick scrubbed his face with the lavender soap she had offered him and shrugged, quickly cleaning himself now that there was room and motivation to get out quicker now. ”Couldn’t tell ya.” mainly because he didn’t know. He never had a problem being naked before having shifted himself out of clothing multiple times it was never even an issue before. In fact, it was a good way to get peoples attention. ”I think it’s just around you. Ya make me nervous he finally summed up.
Carrick reached out and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his head like he had a bunch of hair to dry off. ”I’m working on it though.” he said face red trying to make light of the subject. This time only one hand was covering. He turned and flicked each wing and then his tail in the shower trying to get any extra water off so he wasn’t standing in a pool of water. The wings were still pretty water logged.
”Even managed to hop in the shower with ya.” he said trying to sound confident.
She wasn’t sure. Neither was he, it was a small enclosed space. The shifter didn’t think about that though he was more focused on both of them being naked in said small enclosed space. The shower curtain stuck to one of his wings as he stepped in causing him to turn a little when he entered. Eventually the curtain let go and he was staring down at the Princess.
The purring seemed to echo in the shower while his hands covered below his waste no longer having the option to use his wings seeing as one of them kept disappearing on the other side of the curtain. The lack of space wasn’t even a thought. He was just trying to figure out how he got into this situation. ”Damn, I’m lucky.” it was a statement. Though he’d deny it if anyone asked.
>>> "You can use the soaps and the shampoo."
He didn’t break his gaze with her but reached up and grabbed at the nearest bottle with one of his hands the other still giving him the comfort of being protected. He missed the bottle, causing him to fumble with it in the air with both hands. One wing vanished from the shower onto the other side of the curtain while his tail smacked some more stuff off one of the ledges. He caught the bottle in one hand and then went back to covering himself with the other.
”What’s wrong with me wings?” he asked trying to play off the situation.
Carrick agreed, it was a cool name. Despite everyone constantly getting it wrong. It didn’t bother him though just made it easier to make everyone feel bad about it... except for Zek. Zek was impervious to his guilt.
He didn’t have wings but was working on something kinda close... did he flap his arms? The shifter looked back after the angel comment and he suddenly felt uneasy. Last time someone mentioned he looked like an angel they asked him to accompany him to church... it wasn’t a church more of a gathering of crazies. He enjoyed the attention till they tried to ‘free’ him so he could go back to heaven.
His tail flicked at Xavier, ”Only when they want me to forgive them for something. Or they want something.” he smirked, ”If yer asking me to forgive ya fer something, it’ll cost ya.” he said before scooting away from Xavier as he went into detail about how he wanted to touch things.
”At least yer asking fer permission.” he scratched his head that was better than just touching... the buildings? ”Can’t remember. I know I came here with a purpose but... he spotted something shiny reflecting from below and his eyes zeroed in on it. His tail flicked behind him and he fought the urge to figure out what it was.
”So you clean every window on the building? Instead of just touching it?” he asked curiously. He patted the ledge he was sitting on. ”Do I need permission ta sit here? Must have a lot of free time.” Carrick grinned.
The shifter’s face reddened when she told him to lose them. Regretting his attitude seconds before at least his beast form wasn’t yelling at him for the moment he was just alone with his own thoughts. Carrick did as he was told. Unbuttoning his wondering if they counted as tear-aways at this point he looked to the holes wondering if he had the strength to rip them off. That would have been impressive right?
A shoe hit the ground and he looked up getting out of his head to see the princess disrobing. His mismatched colored eyes gave her a once over then forced an awkward smirk at her liking to see him naked. Well it was good for her with his abilities and lack of control when it came to keeping his clothing in one piece though. He often found himself naked. Just not in these situations.`
His pants dropped and his wings folded over himself a bit trying to give himself some cover. His voice cracked ”...T-There enough room for both of us and the wings?” he asked looking to the shower. He barely fit in her tub with his wings. For the first time since he first got them Carrick wasn’t sure he was happy with his wings.
Staring at the entrance to the shower he started to overthink everything again, the spacing of the shower, his wings and her. Luckily for Carrick he didn’t stay there long his shifted form yelling again distracted him. ”Good way to save water...” and stepped in after her.
She reached and Carrick found himself closer to her before she started going anywhere. He started to purr at once as she lead him to her bathroom. Carrick’s wings folded up behind him while his tail flicked mischievously. He hadn’t planned on joining her in the bathroom but he defiantly didn’t fight it.
His shirt came off easily enough seeing as it was already in a few pieces all one had to do was just give it a little tug and it fell apart. One day he’d have clothes that would last through a shift until then he thought it best to keep buying cheap clothes ones that fell apart easily enough. ”All ya had to do is tell me to lose the clothes.” he said trying to be difficult and smirking at her.
His tail flicked behind him, ”Wings will be alright.” he sad opening them slightly now that he was shirtless. He eyed the spots that had burns and shrugged causing the wings to wave at her. ”I’m sure there is a lesson in this somewhere. Not gonna learn it though if you keep taking me clothes off though.” he said grinning taking his time with his pants.
”You just like seeing me naked.” he said still purring trying to act like he was in control of the situation.
Carrick stopped head banging upon her request, knowing it wasn’t doing anything except for giving him a different kind of headache one that he caused instead of his shifted form who was still shouting ‘Mate’ occasionally when he could hear himself think. ”Keeps him quite.”
She kept saying he didn’t do anything wrong. If that was the case he’d be busy purring glad he was back in her room, not feeling like he was.
Turning towards the princess he looked down at his tattered jeans and his half missing shirt and then shrugged. His wings needed more care than anything but he’d have to remove those feathers. They were singed in multiple places. The unfolded and he looked at them for a moment, then shrugged again. Last time they were a mess the Princess preened them. He didn’t think that was going to be the case here.
”Thought this was me new look? How else are heroes supposed to look?” he kicked his legs out a bit ignoring the giant holes in them. Then he looked to the Princess, ”Eh, yer lovely.” smirking and not wanting to let her out of his sight.
”Ya fine with me coming back after I change?” he asked curiously hoping it wouldn’t be an issue. He didn’t want to be apart from her.
His shifted form could have asked for anything and Carrick probably would have agreed to it. However it asked for her. Something Carrick didn’t really think much of at the time. ”Would have promised him the world if it meant getting you free.” he sighed loudly and banged his head against her door again.
>>> "It is kind of funny, though."
Carrick’ tail flicked hoping for a joke or something to lighten his mood. He liked jokes. He was partial to the bad ones. That made people cringe. Dad jokes people called them.
>>>"Doesn't he know you don't want to do that?"
Carrick banged his head again failing to see the humor. It was more frustrating than anything. He felt a certain way about the Princess one where he didn’t want to do anything to scare her off. He knew his powers made it harder to do just that especially when he had to resort to the scary form to rescue her because of something he did.
”That’s not true...” he hit his head again, then turned. ”I do want to do that with ya just, afraid more what happens after or during...” he said, ”Though knowing Beasty wants me to do that. Takes some of the fear out of it. He seems to like ya.” he turned back away from her and hit his head once more for good measure.
