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 no longer wanted to fly the second she started to make bread on his form. The claws while they were sharp only hurt for a second till his back leg started to kick. Did she find a sweet spot? He’d have to tell the Princess about this one. He didn’t know about what it was but it felt good. Carrick let out a few soft chirps, ‘What are you... don’t stop. I didn’t know I had an itch there.” he turned into the kneading forming a half circle around the small cat girl.
The next question caused him to shake his head with another few chirps. It was getting to the point where he knew she couldn’t understand him most people couldn’t and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how to speak human in this form it was aggravating. At least he was still having fun with it though and at least he wasn’t mauling anyone or wanted to in this form. ‘Sometimes, imagine that’s pretty comfortable but I found meself naked in some kind of burrow a few times and don’t get me started on the zoo they cater beds to me then get mad when I decide to take a nap there.’
He chirped a few more times, ‘at least they have enough sense to throw me a free meal when I’m there. Pretty sure I tried eating one of the red panda’s one time. It looked good at least.’ Wings opened up under him and started to absorb more sunlight warming the shifter up. The purring continued followed by a single chirp, ‘You ever thorw up in someone’s shoe before? I don’t think I could pull it off in this form. Always wanted to try though.’ he mused as he tilted his head to the side till he was looking at her.
”Nah, more of a” he waved his hand above them dangling something invisible, ”I have it so kiss me,” he said shrugging and dropping his hand back to his mug letting the warmth heat up his hand while his face turned red. ”Used to run around with it when I was first at the mansion.” He smirked trying to remember an easier time.
”I mean, if ya want payment fer kissing me I can get ya some mistletoe… if ya want.” he said smirking and looking down at his mug. They haven’t really talked about what happened last time they were together. At least Carrick had been pretty good at avoiding the subject, even if it was hard not to think about it.
”I know ya don’t have Christmas but ya got to have some holidays and traditions of yer own right?” Carrick asked his tail swaying between them until it landed in her lap. Wondering what kind of holidays Royalty had. ”
His tail flicked, did she say it was spiked with Tequila-Rum? He was tempted to take another sip from the bottle but decided not to seeing as she was getting into the music. He kept playing occasionally jumping in with her finding the harmony. His tail starting to sway along with the music the more he played. ”Ain’t nothing but a mistake, so tell me why, I never want to hear ya say!”
It wasn’t how he was imagining the rest of the evening to go but he was entertained at least by the gusto she had at singing along and… dancing? He wasn’t much better but figured as long as he kept playing he wouldn’t have to. He certainly hadn’t been drinking enough for him to dance, not yet at least. He waited till she sat before he stopped playing to grab another sip from the Tequila-Rum?
”Nice ta meet ya Juniper.” he said with a smirk then nodded to her sweatshirt, ”Going to the wrong parties then. Or at least the ones without someone playing the white girl anthems.” he said smirking. ”I happen to specialize in that.” he said with a small chuckle taking another pull of the bottle.
”Ya lost love or just walk the beach barefoot?” he asked strumming his guitar a bit more strumming some chords till he found a song and continued to play it. This one was from the eighties.
The shifter heard her reaction and started to feel hot in the face a bit while his eyes studied the kettle, enough time had passed where he didn’t feel his eyes filling. He blinked to make sure then gave her an awkward thumbs up. There wasn’t a ton of water in the kettle it seemed because it already started to whistle.
”Welcome…” he said finally looking at her and seeing her smile. He started to purr while his tail propped up at the sight of her smiling, ”Wasn’t a big deal or nothin’.” he said thumbing his nose. ”Hard to figure a gift fer someone that can just buy anything they want anyways.” he said taking the kettle off and pouring the two mugs before refilling the kettle through the spout. A very Carrick way of doing things.
”Cheers.” he said walking over with the two mugs. Setting one down in front of her and then hefting his before sitting down next to her. ”and Mistletoe…” his face got a little warm again not sure if it was to him warming up or the Princess asking him about it. ”Another holiday tradition.” he said holding up nothing between his figners and holding it up over their heads. ”Basically an excuse to kiss someone.” he said smirking.
Carrick smiled, ”She was,” he hesitated for a moment. ”Hard to remember we had a few more years together. Can’t really remember it though..” he said figuring it was pretty rough to make him want to forget. The shifter imagined it wasn’t easy watching his mother die. He felt some tears well up in the corner of his eyes and he set the mugs down.
Trying to distract himself again, ”Not much to understand. Holiday itself is about buying presents fer loved ones and spending time with ‘em.” he said starting the kettle. ”Mother’d kick me ass fer saying it though. Supposedly a religious holiday.” he shrugged, ”Wait till I show ya the mistletoe.” he said as he dumped some cocoa mix in the mugs managing a smirk.
Looking over his shoulder, ”Figure that be a given with ya being a Princess, and a girl.” he said shrugging trying not to watch her open the gift. ”Hope ya like it.” he said doing anything in his power to not watch her. He knew it wasn’t much but he thought their first official date and kiss was worth remembering at least for him.
”Aye,” he said nodding his head, ”Mom taught me.” his tail dropped a little, ”Not really in a baking mood though…” he trailed off. His tail drooping more the more he thought about his mom. ”I don’t really need a cake.” he said shrugging, ”Coca though.” he said giving her a thumbs up.
She removed her cloak and the snow from her. The shifter did something similar only shaking his body slightly trying to kick as much snow off his wings and body as he could. There wasn’t much but it was enough to feel lighter once his wings were cleared. ”Baking’s pretty easy though.” he said his hands behind his head again as he strut forward to the kitchen.
”If yer sold on cake I’m sure I could teach ya. Can even make it sound like me mother’s doing the teaching.” he smirked a sad smile. ”Carri, I swear if ya don’t get yer fingers out of the frosting you’ll be getting the spoon. Now, where’s my glasses.” his voice said adopting one he used to sound like his mothers.
They passed the living room Carrick snuck in grabbed his stuff and walked back out towards the kitchen. ”I mean, frosting’s pretty great, don’t know why anyone would be mad at me eating it.” he said thinking about it. Carrick had a sweet tooth.
When he entered the kitchen he grabbed two mugs and set his backpack and guitar down. ”How’s yer first Christmas?” he asked grabbing the cocoa mix from one of the cupboards.
If you play it they will come. The Irishman smirked when a girl appeared singing and flailing her arms to his own rendition of a classic. He sat up more kicking his wings out of the sand a bit and sat up when the girl dropped in front of him. ”Ya forgot to say please.” he said in a smirk with his tail poking out of the sand next to his feet trying to unbury itself from the run off from his wings.
”Not supposed to take drink from strangers. Fer all I know ya spiked it.” he raised an eyebrow surprised someone was so willing to interact with a stranger. He was killing it on the guitar though so he couldn’t blame her. He’d probably do something similar. Only keep the booze to himself. ”Not a cop are ya?” he asked only willing to take the bottle from her after she took a swig. The shifter wasn’t really partial to Rum, however he was partial to free.
After take a pull from the bottle he smirked flashing his pointed teeth. ”I’m Carrick.” he said thumbing his chest. ”Now we’re no longer strangers.” his fingers started to strum on the guitar already searching his memory for another song she’d probably like. ”How about this one.” he cleared his throat, ”You are… my fire. The one… desire, believe when I say, I want it that way.” Carrick stopped singing but kept playing for her.
It was a long night, Carrick was tired but after being on probation with S.U.P.E.R. for so long he was looking for any excuse not to go back to the mansion. He wanted to enjoy the freedom sure the mansion had the Princess but it wasn’t the same as stretching ones wings and just flying aimlessly over the city. Yawning and laying back in the sand he stretched his wings out and buried them a bit feeling his toes sink along with them.
The shifter let out a loud yawn causing his ears to pop after his show from earlier. He didn’t know what it was about Brooklyn but if you had an Irish accent you could find a gig at like any bar. More impressive to them was he could play guitar which was now in his hands the soft case was under his head giving him a little support. It wouldn’t be the first time Carrick dozed off on a beach somewhere he just hoped if he did he’d still have all his belongings.
With a quick tune of his guitar he started to play along with the waves looking up at the sky debating on how long he should be out here. Off in the distance he could see the lights from the pier, the sound carried enough for him to hear it. While it did remind him of the circus and when he was younger he felt it best to avoid the place he didn’t think he could talk his way out of another fire. The last trip with Zek almost got him locked up.
The more he played to the waves crashing the more his guitar sped up till he recognized where he heard the sound from. The shifter smirked and started to sing along doubting it would ever be worth playing for a show but that didn’t stop him though ”She had dumps like a truck truck, oh, thighs like ‘what, what. Baby move yer butt butt. Think I’ll sing it again!”
It was unfortunate he was already shifted or he would have had a joke for that, which was funny to him. If the Princess disrobed in front of him he became a stammering buffoon who couldn’t even look at her let alone make jokes about it. However if he was the one getting naked for a shift or just because well that didn’t really phase him. Girls were weird like that.
After the deep stretch and his beak opening in a yawn he closed it at sat down puffing out his chest to her compliments. She was in. His shifted form was easy like that. Pay him a single compliment and you were in his good graces. The shifter tilted his head to the little black cat and let out a few quick chirps. ‘I know , I know I’m great!’ he looked off in the distance for a moment and then wondered if she was insulting his human form, which was impossible because he knew while his Gryphon form was perfection his human form wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.
Mismatched colored eyes turned to slits as he looked over the cat’s shoulder. ‘Prey’ he let out a chirp and pointed out a small squirrel across the mansion grounds by the mansion itself. Carrick’s eyes followed it for a second then he looked back to the cat and started to purr. In this form it was more acceptable so he didn’t bother trying to stop. With another yawn and snap of his beak he rolled over on his back. His tail flicking next to him while his eyes watched the cat. Carrick let out another round of small chirps, ‘I’d offer to fly you but you have claws.’ Of course she couldn’t understand bird… or could she?
Carrick smirked, ”We usually use our votes to out vote beasty. He doesn’t really work with anyone. Just wants to fight or mate not really conducive to most situations.” Carrick said with a shrug. ”Gotten pretty good at ignoring him.” he dropping another leaf. ”Only fair, ya get to see a legend other than me.” he smirked.
The shifter dropped the last leaf in his hand then hopped down landing on his feet with a slight opening of his wings. ”Careful love, almost sounds like yer getting sweet on me.” he smirked as he stood up and walked to the tree where his guitar was. ”Gonna take a minute, got to get naked otherwise I’m down another set of clothes and well… tired of buying ‘em.” he said as he started to undress leaving only the pants on till he was out of sight.
”Oh, and ignore the shouting. Hurts like hell sometimes.” he said as he found a spot and started taking off his pants. ”Oh, and if ya don’t see a beak… hide.” he added before dropping to all fours.
Carrick took a few deep breaths and felt the sudden rush of adrenaline the familiar kind the one he welcomed with open arms. Arms that locked into the dirt as he felt his skin tearing from his body. Limbs stretched painfully as he let out yell. His fingers stopped clawing at the dirt then started to pull the skin until there was fur covering his body.
After a moment his shifted form trotted out spotting the form of the black cat. Carrick let out a lout chirp then arched forward into a deep stretch.
”How would he? He doesn’t have thumbs?” Carrick said showing off both of his thumbs. In all truth Carrick doubted he had the ability to form the snow with his massive paws in his shifted form. They were designed for taking down prey not building a snow replica. That being said even if he had the ability in his Gryphon form to create a snow man he was pretty sure the ego of his final form wouldn’t allow for anything that was supposed to resemble him other than his reflection.
Due to the cold it was more apparent Carrick was blushing at the mention of the gift he had got her. He turned on his heels and kept walking into the mansion making sure to grab the door before the Princess got there. He was raised to have manners, he liked showing them off on occasion.
”Oh?” Carrick smirked, ”Didn’t know ya could bake.” he said remembering it was his birthday again. His tail drooped behind him again the more he was dwelling on it. ”So do ya wear an apron or…?” he asked trying to imagine the Princess in an apron. His eyes trailed her up and down and he smirked. ”Be a sight.” he smirked.
”Aye, got two of them.” he said dropping a few more leaves glad that she was satisfied with the leaves and not still going after his tail. His tail dropped down from the cover of the shifters bronzed color wing when it realized it was safe.
”Got me perffered form and the red headed stepchild that nobody likes.” he said smirking at her destroying the leaves. ”The big guy’s the Gryphon.” he said with a hint of pride, ”Can’t speak too well but I got other methiods of communication.“ Carrick said with a few bird like chirps. It was pretty easy to switch from one voice to another now. The purring on the other hand was a little annoying and the growling. Both of which made it difficult to lie. Something he thought he was pretty good at.
”Other one’s the one that ya heard from earlier. Basically everything that makes me not me. He’s… well kinda a ****” he said smirking dropping another leaf. ”Ya want to meet him? Not Beasty me. The big guy. Nicer one. If ya pay him compliments that is.” he said thinking about it.
”Wouldn't dream of it!” he said his grin turning to teeth chattering. Carrick looked over the snow Gryphon and nodded his head. He felt a tiny bit guilty he didn’t get to destroy the thing his Gryphon form wanted it gone and wanted the gem Carrick was planning on leaving. He was cold however and so was the Princess. ”Got a feeling I’m coming back out here later. The big guy doesn’t like it.”
”Surprised ya wanted to be out here this long, I was only out here ‘cause of you.” Carrick said through a chattering smile and a nod of his head and started to head for the window he exited to come outside but then realized he was the only one walking that way so backtracked a bit to follow the Princess.
”Soooo… what else ya got going on today?” he asked curiously taking a few steps in front of her only to walk backwards with his hands on his head. His feet lifting a bit more than usually so he didn’t trip from the snow.
”Aye, but they call them something else. Demons mainly.” The shifter was about to say something else about his homeland but trailed off when he noticed the ‘person’ he was talking to went blank. His mismatched colored eyes trailed down to the little black form of the cat and raised and eyebrow. When he noticed where her attention was he held his tail high behind his back so it wasn’t an easy target.
Carrick turned his body when she tried to get behind him and kept doing so till he finally opened his wings and flapped once kicking his feet off the ground. His tail flicked in her general direction as if it had won some epic battle between good and evil predator and prey.
”It’s fine love, I get it.” he said heading to the nearest branch where he fell from when she first attacked, this time though his tail tucked behind one of his wings hidden from view. ”I just don’t want the other mes getting involved.” he said with a shrug. ”While I’m model citizen, “ he lied, ”They don’t like getting bit, and I’m doing me best not get put on probation again.”
Reaching over and grabbing some browned leaves he slowly started to release them one by one hoping it would get some of the ‘attack’ out of the little black cat.
Carrick shrugged, ”What do aunts know?” he said with a little smirk. ”If she was looking out fer ya, she would have found a spot with more rooms fer all the enslaved.” he said with a sigh. ”Well at least ya found yerself a place like this and caretaker fer all of yers.” he said grinning.
Scratching the back of his head his tail flicked behind him mischievously. His hand went to the back of his head and he scratched it trying to not make eye contact. His first thought was she was messing with him again and he wanted to make sure there was no one else around to acknowledge she was messing with him. It was important to Carrick he was the one that was the one that messed with people. ”Ya know a lot about Oni fer not being Japanese…” he paused, but so did he apparently. Videogames… One of his few learning mediums.
”Well, I’m from the Emerald Isle…. Ireland.” he said as a matter of fact. He would have felt bad if someone pointed out how gullible she was if she wasn’t messing with him and in turn he’d have crossed a black cat and that was something his mother warned him about. Though she probably didn’t know that they were in the enslaving and devouring game.
”I mess with everyone. Can’t play favorites.” he shrugged, ”How long ya been here the states I mean?”
