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 icemancer dropped the arm of the cult member and took both hands and was about to blast the winged wonder into the next ice age. Frostbite could be healed, Sam knew about Carrick’s history and doubted he was looking at a lot of option at the moment. Another death would have meant less.
"Carrick, we've got them! Stop!"
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Pointed ears perked at his name and he moved his hand from the woman’s throat. Pupils dilated and his hand dropped to hers and smacked the hand that held whatever she was holding. Once it was out of her hands he opened his wings and flapped a few times. Trying to scare her off. It worked. She ran and he took to the air after her hoping with her trying to run away she’d lead him somewhere useful. Sam and Gawain had some people. If anything they would catch up or be the ones to rescue her.
Carrick’s body hurt. He’d be fine. It was the princess he was worried about. ‘Hunt!’ ”Hunt.” he agreed to himself trying to make sure he was still in sight after the cultist. ”Ya can’t escape! Take me to her or I’ll drop ya in the ocean!” he forced a yell suddenly feeling revitalized from the chase. His pupils turned to slits again as he followed her.
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”Carrick!” Sam yelled after he took off. ”Tell me I wasn’t that bad as a teen!” he yelled and then blasted the guy who he released to aim at the kid. Fly boy didn’t give them a lot of options and it was starting to irritate Sam. ”Bad time to be sober... worse time to be them.” he said as he turned to the next closest who wasn’t running.
Sam shed his ice armor, ”Leave him, either he finds out where she is before us or we track him down later. Want to start interrogating? I’ll clean up.” the ice armor and Sam ran in opposite directions. Sam started to combat another cultist as his armor tackled one who tried shooting flames from their hands.
”That is weird.” he stated as he kept moving away from the paw with giant claws. ”About as weird of having these two in yer head.” he said trying not to think how both he and her were connected to the animals who were trying to eat them. That’s what they were doing right? Trying to eat them. Everyone of them except for Gryphon. He was great.
The shifter eyed his preferred form near the window. He tapped once on it and then looked back to Carrick and the shifter sighed. ”Yeah, sure. I’ll open it. Just don’t hurt anyone? I’m already in trouble from the other guy.” he nodded his head upwards and at the scuffle. The bears paw retreated from the floor leaving a decent size whole. Another roar could be heard, it was his other form. Both he and the Gryphon narrowed eyes upwards. Before Carrick patted himself on the back (Gryphon form) and then opened the window.
The Gryphon form started to climb out the window but stopped when there was another rumble between the two from above and his beast form was stomped through the floor. There was a howl of pain and Carrick and his Gryphon both responded by looking to see the red headed stepchild of their mind drop in front of them. Beast form’s eyes filled with fury looked at the nearest target Aoi.
”Run!” he hated being the hero, but something large pushed him forward. His Gryphon form. Both it and Carrick jumped at the swiping beast form pinning him to the ground. ”Get some help!” he roared himself as he tried to keep himself pinned by himself and himself? He needed a drink this was all confusing.
There was a ringing in his ear, even with the ice armor on the sound managed to reverberate though his armor and he had a flashback to a very close call he had in his life. One he tried to forget about. Sadly for everyone around him he didn’t forget. The cold moved with the roar and he felt his thermal sense dissipate for a moment.
Was it due to the air movement or because he lost focus Sam didn’t bother asking but managed to drop one cult member followed by beaming another two. ”New plan!” Sam said yelled trying to fight the ringing in his ears by, ”Don’t let them think!” he shouted. He’d have to pat Gawain on the back later for the idea.
One of the cult members staggered back after the roar and picked up what looked like a fish bone. Carrick didn’t give them a chance to chant. Shouting with a hoarse voice and pouncing on her pinning her to the concrete his hand was on her throat. There was a wild look in his eyes as he growled at his prey. ”Where is she!” he couldn’t yell his throat hurt so his voice cracked. ”Please."
”Kid!” Sam watched the thing unfold and started running only to be grabbed by a hand that burned to the touch. Sam turned back around and escaped the grab and pivoted under the cult member with the messed up face curiosity of Carrick. Sam turned behind him and dislocated his shoulder then brought him down to his knees holding him in place. ”Don’t do it!”
A fire escape was nice enough to redirect Sam onto a dumpster where he twitched for a moment before locking his body up and thickening the ice protecting him. It was a little late knowing he’d be feeling all of this in the morning but he knew he knew he had to get back up and fight through it. Sitting up slowly he focused on saving Gawain first he was the closest so when the asphalt started to spit more fire he blasted it with a beam of cold of his own reversing the bubbling and melting of the asphalt.
”I want to live in a world where they just drink the kool-aide and not bother anyone.” he said grunting and pushing himself up. Someone threw something up Sam blasted whatever it was and it fell back to the ground in a loud crack. One of the robed members flew through the air. ”Heard!” Sam replied as he rolled off the dumpster and got to his feet.
No ice slides or ice mirrors? Fine. Sam felt like hitting something now. ”Carrick might have the right idea.” Sam said as he dodged a jet of fire from the nearest cult member. Sam fired back with an uppercut when he closed the distance.
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Carrick growled, ‘FIGHT!’ his head was pounding but the fear that he had over the fire subsided when he rubbed it on one of Sam’s melted ice mounds. At least they were doing something. Carrick heard so much about the X-men he figured they would have had this whole thing wrapped at this point.
>>>> "Carrick, roar!"
‘Roar!’ he listened to both voices agreeing with them. He was angry and frustrated and scared, he let out all his emotions and all the air in one burst. Louder than he ever had before and aimed at the cult members. A few of them dropped what they were holding and covered their ears as hard as they could another one tried to run.
”English, already speak it don’t I? Pretty good, might add.” he said with a smirk, ”Though as far as classes to skip think yers might be the better of the two to skip.” he said frowning.
”Me ex’ teaches it now and well. No thank you.” he said shaking his head. It was a long story and he didn’t really plan on elaborating unless he was asked. Liz and him dated a long time ago even if it seemed like only a few months ago. He was still pretty bitter about her moving on him without letting him know. Carrick still blamed his shifted form for scaring her off.
”Figured I’d go fer a fly and make it up later. Was probably gonna end up sleeping in there anyways.” he said with another shrug.
”Been finding a lot of the interesting?” he asked curiously, ”maybe point me in that direction.” he didn’t want to go back to his next class, a half day of school was good enough for him anyways.
Fire surged up around him as they rolled Carrick trying to get the guy off balance. Bronzed wings snapped out and came back harder they lurched backwards away from the flames the chanting stopped from under him when Carrick threw a fist hard in the guys mouth. The shifter roared as he split a knuckle. It wasn’t from the pain but rather to distract and get everyone’s attention. He had questions! ”I’ll kill every last one of ya! Tell me where she is and I’ll leave ya be!”
‘Fight!’ he wanted to. He wanted to hurt these people. They had the Princess and who knew what the hell they were doing to her. It was his fault. He punched again and again the man collapsed under him. His hands trying to get Carrick to let go of his robes. ‘FIGHT!’
Like hell he was about to let go. His eyes turned to slits as he almost lost himself in a trance the fist coming down hard in the guys face.
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One of the robes was covered in ice and pinned in place by the time he leapt from the rooftop, ”Working on it!” he said turning and raising a small wall of ice in one of the alley’s where the cult members came from. Lowering his hand and landing on an ice slide he turned back towards the group. He spotted the damage Carrick was inflicting on the guy who probably regretted calling off the trade. Flames flicked from his hands but died down the further they went.
An arrow streaked by. Sam’s armor redirected it. He'd have to ask about that one later.
Several blasts of blue appeared from the direction he pointed creating reflective surfaces for Gawain to jump through. The temperature steadily dropped the more he used his powers. Gawain would have been used to it. Carrick and the others would have noticed the change. Several thermal images appeared as Sam started to feel for everyone there.
They were outnumbered.
>>>"Watch out!"
Sam was about to respond to arrow of fire heading towards Carrick when one of the robes threw something in the air catching his attention it vanished and created a bright light and a loud crack. Sam only realized it was lighting after he was blasted off his ice slide. ”Move!” he was alive but quickly regretted speaking as his body locked up from the shock. Watching as the ground in front of Gawain turned to flaming asphalt
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>>>"Watch out!"
Carrick heard and got distracted as his body moved on it’s own, ‘flight!’ when he ducked one of his was struck creating a sharp pain and a small localized fire. ”Fer **** sakes!” he dropped the robed man he was pummeling and started the ol’ stop drop and roll trying to smother his wing.
The Irishman knew he looked cool, he always knew even on bad hair days. Between his tail and his wings he always had somewhere to redirect the eyes of onlookers. The thoughts of his Gryphon form accepted the compliment though and Carrick had to stop himself from purring at said compliment.
”I got a guy if yer looking to buy.” he said offhandedly. Pretty sure Zek stole quite a few loincloths from the circus before it allegedly went up in flames. Though he had nothing to do with that... allegedly.
Carrick blinked after the sir. It wasn’t a sarcastic one like he used either. Was he older than the tall blonde guy? He’d seen him before around the mansion. He was a giant and hard to miss. Was this his job? ”Carrick.” he thumbed his chest feet kicking off the side of the ledge and wings folding behind him.
”You don’t have wings... oh don’t need them? Fancy.” he said looking to Xavier’s back making sure he didn’t. If he did Carrick was going to challenge him to a race. He had to be the fastest. His Gryphon form demanded it and well that was the form Carrick got along with most so it made more sense to please the big guy. ‘Fight!?!’ the other voice chimed in the back of his mind and he ignored it.
”Day job? Luck of the draw. Would have taken ya for a basketball player.” he said commenting on his height. Carrick was always the shortest growing up so most tall people he had a tendency to not like. ”Think I’ve seen ya at the mansion.” he said thinking about it.
Carrick shrugged, ”Probably. Had no business learning a unicycle but here we are.” Carrick said with a smirk and a long inhale from his cigar. There was a lot of things he picked up with his time in the circus most of them would never be applicable to the real world but that didn’t stop it from being fun. Carrick also didn’t have the heart to tell Zek he might have been offered to learn to belly dance for a favor. Something he said he’d do but had no intentions of doing.
Cat like eyes zeroed in on the balls dangling from Zek’s hat and he was tempted to reach out and swat at them. He fought the urge though not everyone knew he had cat like tendencies and the Irishman didn’t like to advertise said tendencies so he focused on something else like his make-up. ”Gene do yer face up or is it Al now?” he asked before tapping his nose. ”Ya got a little in the right nostril. Try not to snort nothing.” he smirked and looked back around his locked cage.
”Tiny...” he said trying to recall everything. He took another pull from the bottle already feeling it again. It helped the oncoming headaches that he would no doubt have. He was supposed to be at the mansion. Under house arrest. Did anyone know he was missing? His first thoughts were to the Princess then he shook those thoughts away. Why was he thinking about her now? Yeah
”Yeah well, I’m sure I gave him a run fer his money.” lied Carrick though he was lying to himself more than anything. ”Lizard skin?” he nodded his head then shook it, ”Nah, less graveling more... angellic?” he said looking around. ”It’s beautiful I just want it to stop.” he shrugged and then tapped on the gate. ”How about ya open the door and we can get out of ‘ere. Got to be home and check in otherwise I’ll be trading this cage fer a smaller one and I don’t like small spaces.”
The shifter flew through the city oblivious to where he was going. He had somewhere to be and somewhere important but he got distracted by a drone that bumped into him first then he decided to chase it. The decided to break it after he followed it to some ladies penthouse. Carrick ‘noped’ out of there pretty quick after breaking the drone. He was no longer a minor and was already put in awkward situations. Last thing he needed was getting in trouble for following a drone.
He flew passed a skyscraper and quickly performed an aerial maneuver not to get smacked in the face with a squeegee. Instead he just got hit with a few suds. Wiping his face he looked into his reflection in the window and smirked. The pride of his Gryphon form shining through. He looked good flying. Carrick realizing he got distracted again heard ravings of a lunatic talking to himself. Unless he was talking to the Irishman.
Flapping a few times he stopped behind the guy ”Be more impressive if ya swooped in with wings than a rope. That just make ya tarzan.” he said summing up the quip. ”Most people prefer not to be rescued by someone in a loincloth... speaking from experience.” he said simply.
Carrick moved over to the rope then looked down. ”You know most people use a lift to clean windows.” he said. ”Not a daredevil are ya? If you were it be more impressive to clean the windows without a rope.” Carrick caught hiis reflection again and eyed his tail which was swishing behind him.
The biggest problem Carrick had while flowing lower in the city was the amount of bright lights and things that popped up quickly into view. Half of him knew to ignore it and focus on the things that would need him to move out of the way while the ither half of him wanted to follow whatever popped up briefly. If he was lost in thought never get home. Too many shiny things calling to him.
”Be a waste of time n’d money fer them.” he said with a smirk, ”Try not to be too predictable with me paths.” Carrick said trying never to take the same way twice. Usually he was too high for anyone to try and net him anyways.
His eyes shifted to the woman he was carrying and he blushed slightly his eyes trying to avoid her cleavage. ”Awww, don’t sell yerself short love. Pretty lady flying through the air should raise a few eyebrows.” he said playing up the part of ‘rogue musician’.
”Be a good guess.” he said grinning, ”Was it the tail or wings?” he asked flashing his pointed teeth. ”Got two other forms one good, bit full of himself and the other one we don’t talk about.” Carrick said not wanting to reveal too much. ”He’s difficult.”
Another flock of pigeons passed by and he did a quick turn catching an updraft from there he started to circle till he got some direction on where to go. ”Full of Surprises is the nicest way anyone has ever described me.” he said laughing, ”Usually they just say I’m full of ****”
Carrick wasn’t drunk, he had a few but he definitely wasn’t sober. His latest antics however were in his mind a good reason to celebrate. Not a lot of people can just stroll into a penthouse during a party like he did. He however didn’t say much right away letting Raine feel some sort of guilt. Words of a mother effected everyone no matter how old and the perfect distraction to take away from the fact that technically in America he was under the drinking age limit again.
”Why not? Not sober but not drunk. Care for a pull?” he turned and smirked to the faller, ”I’d have to be pretty blitzed not to be able to fly even then I got someone else to fly me home.” Carrick said shrugging which caused his wings to open a little while his tail did some dancing of it’s own to avoid the grab.
”Oh so yer a dancer then?” he asked surprised but happy at the revelation beats him having to go look for a dance instructor. Carrick flapped his wings a few times till he was airborne. He wasn’t going anywhere but he wanted to show off a few of his moves.
Starting with his winged version of the moonwalk. ”Now, I got some basics down but me being the crowd pleaser that I am figured it was time to add some more tools to me toolbox.” his feet moved on an invisible surface while his wings pulled him backwards with each flap. Not as impressive as the original but he thought the wings added a little flare.
Adding to the flare he flapped again and did a little backflip midair then landed. ”Now, I can jig and ballroom dance, but those aren’t really that impressive as crowd pleasers.” he said as he moved around putting the top hat on the bottle and pretending that it was his dance partner. He moved to what he remembered and counted, ”123 123 123.” then looked back at the free faller. ”Can ya make me hip?”
Carrick gave a smirk in the dark to his nickname better than the ones Raine and Zek could come up with. It didn’t even start with a ‘C’. His smirked widened even more when she offered to kick someone's ass for him. Did he have another mom now? Or is this one of those things were she thought he needed someone to stand up for him? Either way he knew who to call if he needed a quick escape now. Zek’s track record often put him in the cage.
”Long story, love. We just got a life time ban from a circus is all. Thankfully no one died... because of us...” he said feeling it was important to point out. Carrick accepted the sweatshirt, not because it looked warm but because he was tired of moving his wings to cover everything. Unfortunately for Carrick having the hoody also meant it be harder to move around in. ”Thanks.” he said now just keeping his hands in the pocket and pulled over everything that needed to be covered.
Pulling the hood up and glad for it’s ability to act as a blinder he just focused on the two lights in front of him that were Juniper and Zek. He winced when the light was thrown having the beam go into his cat like eyes a few times.
”I don’t know what I’m looking at but I’m happy fer ya.” he patted Zek on the back and took a few steps forward till he was further along the path. ”So... chanting in a sewer, burning sage... and being in a sewer.” Carrick said counting on his fingers. ”Is there like a flyer board ya find these events at? Good thing I’m hungry though.” he said just hoping that the other end of the tunnel opened up into a large room. It did, oh and there was candles and a fire pit.
The shifter’s head was splitting as he puffed the chewed cigar. The taste made him focus on anything but his stomach and the bars around him. His tail swayed happily when Zek appeared in an interesting get up. Did someone have that here or did Zek already have it? The raw steak made his stomach cringe as Zek got closer and kicked his feet up.
”Told ya.” he said leaning his head against the cold bars realizing it felt better than he wanted it to. All it did was remind him he was in a cage. Upon mentioning the dancing Carrick recalled Zek and the bearded lady together and he started smirking. She might have been asking about Zek last night and Carrick gave her the thumbs up. ”Think she likes ya.” he chuckled slightly watching him eat the cheese.
”That suit is you man.” Carrick said giving Zek a half-hearted thumbs up.
”How long was I out and have ya seen me phone? Pretty sure I got ta get back to the school. Someone might have noticed I was gone... also where is that singing coming from?” he asked cleaning his ears then looking around his cigar lighting up as he inhaled.
”I don’t want to talk about it. Apparently I still have a lot to apologize for. Should have put a bell on him.” Sam said surprised they didn’t ban his younger self from the school. Where his older self taught. Sam was pretty sure he could get away with blaming Gawain but he was pretty sure he/she already had their hands full with a kid on the way.
”Got your stuff? Great let’s go!” Sam said eager to change the subject hoping there wasn’t more questions later.
Carrick flew to the exchange and caught the two X-men in a reflection after the five minutes passed. The shifter wasn’t waiting. He said five minutes and he meant it. When he flew by a skyscraper he saw them for a few reflections before disappearing again. ”I’m here, alone and got the bag! Where is she!?!” the area was silent for a few minutes.
Sam noted Carrick’s tail thrashing wildly behind him as he paced. Sam whispered, ”Guessing they don’t know what they have.” he said figuring the simplest answer. ”Take me top side, I’ll keep an eye out above you take below. I’ll create a ice mirror near the kid if anything goes wrong. Keep in mind we got to watch him too. Can’t have him shift if he gets too upset. Especially if the Princess is around.”
Carrick growled as he paced the alley between the two buildings, why was he here first. They picked the place. ‘fight?’ he ignored the voice in the back of his mind. There was nothing to fight. That was until a shadow started moving. ”Ya ain’t getting nothing till I see her! God help ya if she isn’t here.” his cat like eyes watched the figures move in the shadow. He wondered silently if they thought they were invisible.
”I can see ya hiding next ta the building!” the figures moved forward into the light heavily cloaked and covering their faces. ‘Fight!’ he swallowed his rage not wanting to make it worse for the Princess.
Mismatched colored eyes opened weakly as his eyes narrowed to adjust to the daylight as he regained consciousness. His stomach was full how much did he eat last night? His stomach churrned the way it would after over eating and then he suddenly felt it turn for the worse. Turning and throwing up whiskey, fried dough and sugar he wiped his mouth and stared at the vomit as it slide down the mesh flooring that was littered with hay.
”Wha- what happened?” he looked around and found a dead cigar in an ashtray next to a half empty bottle. ”Zek...” Carrick called out weakly, he was with Zek he remembered that he also had a flashback remembered taking turns throwing knives at each other no one got hit except for Tiny.
Reaching for the bottle he took a swig, a long one to get rid of the taste of vomit. ”Tiny...” there was a fight, his knuckles were red and bloodied. Carrick coughed and cursed running a hand through his hair. Where was his shirt?
There was flying, he remembered carrying someone. Did he shift? Carrick reached down to where his pants normally were after a night of drinking and looked down. He was wearing a Tarzan looking loincloth and cursed again. Where was his pants? Fumbling in the hay he found them slightly ripped and slightly burnt.
His tail thrashed behind him suddenly aware of something around it, a pink bow. ”Nice look.” reaching into his pockets for his phone he realized it was missing. Wallet was still there and so were his keys. The only thing he had that he didn’t from the night before was a lighter. Did someone take his magic tricks? He recalled throwing some cards at a hat, he lost.
Pulling the lighter and coughing slightly as he started to light the half burnt cigar he stood slowly. Why was it so bright? He walked over to the cage door and pushed the gate trying to open it. ”Fer **** sakes...” he shook it realizing he was locked in a cage. Again.
”Ayyyyeee!!!” Carrick called out trying to get someone’s attention. Trying to ignore the singing he was hearing in the back of his head.
