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.
Carrick smirked when Zek struck out one time after another though it looked like the last one was the closest. The shifter stopped juggling and caught all the balls in midair finishing with a little spin. ”Not too bad.” he said with a little smirk. A few people were watching them now, because of Zek throwing and Carrick juggling. ”Surprised ya didn’t use one of yers.” he smirked winding up and hitting the bottom of the jug as hard as he could. The thing moved backwards the forwards as if it hit something behind it and fell forward. ”Just the one fer me then.” he said offering up the other two balls to Zek so he could get another shot at it. Wasn’t like he could win anything anyways.
After setting the balls on the counter for Zek he turned and caught the end of the conversation, “This place is a freak show. Muties everywhere and not one dumb animal!” It was a jock with a varsity jacket walking with an arm wrapped around his date for the show. Carrick smirked and eyed his back pocket. It looked like a heavy wallet was the culprit. Carrick walked away from the stand for a second and bumped into the jock briefly before relieving the guy of his finical burden it only cost him the last two bites of his elephant ear. “Watch where you’re going freak!”
”Sorry about that mate!” he apologized and headed back to Zek, ”Won’t happen again!” his tail flicked at the jock ‘because I already got everything I need.’ He thought as he walked back over to Zek and put the wallet down next to him. ”Someone dropped this.” the attendant averted his eyes from the wallet and made it look like he was doing something.
”Next round is on that jerkoff, should probably go grab some pints and seats soon though eh? Don’t want to miss the show.” the attendant wanted to say something to Carrick but quickly averted his gaze. ”Good seeing ya mate! Say hey to yer brother!”
”Nah, she just threw her gravity to me. Yeah it made me a bit heavier only cause I was dragging her around she fell on me before I could start really flying though.” he said knowing she would have beaten him in terms of speed with her mutation.
”Too much time to think sometimes.” he agreed. He already had a problem with the other voices in his head. When he was alone it was easier to listen to them. He didn’t like that sometimes.
”Love, I’m an entertainer with wings never had a problem the spot light. Never had much of a choice. Now unless they have a net cannon or something I’m not to worried about it.” Carrick said shifting his weight and allowing them to descend till the buildings started to rise up around them. It became warmer almost instantly. ”Unless ya got a problem with the attention?” he grinned.
”Strong enough?” Carrick said not sure, ”Never had a problem carrying anyone. Shoot, they got to hold me other forms up their both heavier than us together.” he said taking a wide turn down a street.
”Yer a natural.” Carrick chimed in behind her when she complimented his final form. Carrick was just glad she didn’t call him a pretty bird. Carrick didn’t like that comment and he knew it wouldn’t be flattering to his preferred from.
The sound of wood splintering caused the Gryphon form to look up and let out a loud ear-piercing screech with Carrick’s heighted hearing he was particularly affected. The shifted let out a small roar in response as he clasped his ears both of them feeling slightly now. When the screeching stopped he pulled his hands away and spotted blood. Great. ”Fer **** sakes!” he yelled no longer able to hear anything but ringing.
The Gryphon in front of them looked to Carrick puffed out its chest then accepted the ruby picking it up in it’s beak then walked into a corner near the window away from the ceiling that was starting to give. Carrick only noticed it because a bears paw fell through causing some ceiling to fall near him. ”I think we should move!” he yelled. It looked like the mansion wasn’t bear or Carrick proof.
”String huh?” he laughed, ”That makes way too much sense now.” he grinned, ”Spent a year of school playing with a string on me desk.” folding his arms. ”Everyone just thought I had some form of ADHD.” he chuckled and always figured it was a bit of both.
”I mean, even with proof I’m pretty sure I can disagree with something. I’m just stubborn sometimes.” his tail flicked behind him debating if he should let her know he was messing with her.
”Good thing yer going to this school then,” he said with a shrug watching the clawed hand. He imagined it be hard to play with those, he no longer wanted a pair. ”They got people here that teach offense and defense.” he said making karate gestures. He was from the school of pub fights meaning he would just grab something and throw it.
”And it’s a place with room n’ board. Speaking from experience the food and rooms are pretty grand. Just leave the enslaved here.” Carrick said smirking, ”I’ll even keep an eye on ‘em for you for a fee of course. Don’t really thing I’ll engage too much in the devouring though. Not really me thing.” he shrugged.
”Hockey?” he asked grinning only having played it once. It was hard to fly in skates or skate with wings, the wings always seemed to want to open when he built up enough speed. ”Oh it’s great. Ya wear ice skates, shoes with blades on the bottom. Ya get ta carry around a big stick and any differences get settled with a good ol’ fashioned fight. Winner gets ta keep some ones teeth and a few minutes of rest.” he said summing up what he knew about it.
”You know I’m not really from Canada right, love?” he asked now wondering if she was messing with him. The Princess was pretty good about that too.
Chewing his sugared ear and ripping another piece off he stood and fist bumped Zek watching him make the stuffed toy disappear. Once they were out of earshot from the guy behind the stand he finally answered, ”Most of ‘em. There’s a few that that escape me, the ring toss fer example.” he said ”spent months trying ta master it. Had to stop heard the ‘ting’ of the ring on glass at night. It was haunting me.” he smirked.
Walking over to the ball throwing game Carrick looked to the game attendant and nodded his head, “No… @@@@ long time no see Carri you still don’t get the big prizes.” Carrick smirked and waved to the guy, ”No, mate. Wouldn’t dream of it only here to settle something with a pal of mine. How’s yer brother?” “Retired, lucky *****” Carrick put a few dollars down and received three big softballs and look to the old timey milk jugs on the stands.
”Let you go first, that way I can make fun of ya when you lose.” Carrick said smirking. ”Mansion gets funny with some of the stuff I learned here. Can’t throw knives in the kitchen Carrick, no backflips in the hallways between classes Carrick.” he started to take on a more feminine voice the more he quoted him, ”No fire magic tricks in my classroom Carrick.” really they had Bunsen burners and hot plates. What was the difference?
”Drives me nuts.” he said shaking his head. Suddenly he wished Zek made Liz’s bed disappear as well. ‘No magic in my classroom’ he scoffed and tossed one of the balls in the air and started to juggle while he watched Zek throw.
The shifter smirked, he won the shouting match and he now knew someone who was planning on selling hearing protection. He wondered if he could get a cut of the profit, create a more of a need for them. Be a nice little racket. ”Ya got a business card?” he asked with a smirk.
”Interesting? Nope, none of that here. Not now at least, too cold to put on a show.” Carrick shrugged basking in the once over she gave him. His wings might have opened a bit during it. ”Ole.” he snapped in response to the rolled R’s in when she said his name.
”Lenna.” he said quickly adding as much accent of his own to her name. ”Pleasure ta meet ya.” he said giving a slight wave.
”Skipping class as well today?” he asked curiously.
After a few minutes the Gryphon took a step back and looked at his wings again then looked around. Sure they could make wings from snow but it didn’t have ‘ohhh’ factor he was hoping it would have had. ”Surprising coming from you. Usually yer telling me to loose them.” the distraction seemed to work, he even meant the grin he gave her.
”Defintly be warmer fer me though.” he said as he hopped into the air opened his wings and went to the nearest tree not to shift but look for the wings. ”Holy… Ya think me beaks that big?” he yelled, ”Can see it from here! Look at the size of it” he reached up and touched his nose and gave a laugh finding a full branch with tons of little off shoots almost looking like it could cover something. It was. When Carrick pulled the branch an angry squirrel was unearthed.
”And maybe a bat!” The squirrel started barking, Carrick felt his stomach and throat growl a little in response and took a step onto another branch intending to leave the squirrel alone. When he walked from one branch to the next he found the branch he stepped on couldn’t support his weight. With a loud snap he found his footing gone and himself falling out of the tree. Opening his wings he righted himself midflight and landed on his feet throwing his hands up. ”Ta-da!” he picked up the broken branches and set the big from the body of the snow Gryphon over the gem.
Carrick’s eyes looked over to the Princess ”Uncanny,” he smirked and breathed into his hands. ”It’s like I’m looking into a mirror. You love, found yer calling.” he flashed his teeth in a smile.
”Just like it.” he agreed, starting on the second sphere before she suggested a snow Gryphon and he stopped rolling the second sphere. ”Don’t know how we’d do the wings.” he said thinking on it. He opened his wings and looked at them then the snow and shook his head. He’d circle back to that. Wings folding behind him again he tightened them to his back keeping the cold out as he crouched back down merging the two sphere’s together instead of stacking them.
”Long as you don’t say you like this one better I don’t think the other guy will have any problems with it.” he said patting the curve of the sphere’s so they formed into each other. ”Ya like sculpting then?” the shifter asked while shaking his hands dry and breathing into them to warm them.
”Also got the perfect piece to bring ‘em to life.” he reached in his pocket and found a gem that he found earlier that day and set it where the body of snow was now curling around it. It was in his opinion a bit more realistic now. His shifted form did love the shines the Princess produced. ”I mean, I could always shift and you could just bury me.” he said with a little laugh. ”He’d prefer the attention instead of the snow one here.”
”Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves? How ya gonna suggest building a snowperson without gloves on?” he shot back in a smirk as he shook his hands once more and buried them into some snow crafting a large sphere. He did have gloves just not the kind that kept hands dry he rarely played in the snow now. Mainly due to lack of motivation, and now he had the distraction he needed from thinking about today being his birthday.
”Just water.” Carrick said shrugging and hefting a little bit of white snow into his mouth it was important to him to show this aspect of snow off. When he was a kid he was always amazed it was just water one of the many things that reminded him of his…
He donned a Boston accent ”I found a backstory is key when making snow people. That way ya know how to shape ‘em. Now we making a police officer whose one day away from retirement,” he gestured to his gut and opened his arms reverting back to his normal accent, ”Or ya thinking someone of someone a bit fancier like a princess?” he gestured to her before gathering more snow. ”She could even borrow yer cloak.”
The shifter nodded his head, ”Aye, know it sounds crazy but we don’t normally agree on everything. The big guy’s more agreeable, understands what happens to me happens to him. Much easier to control when I’m in that form.” Carrick said trying make sense of his powers. He understood how it sounded but he wanted to be clear with them, they were keeping him out of a cell for the moment at least for now. ”Beasty is the form yer familiar with. He’s difficult, hardly listens to me as is. He did not like taking orders or waking in a cage.” he said folding his arms Carrick never liked admitting he didn’t have complete control of his powers.
”Was hoping it just stop working honestly.” he said scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle looking down at the anklet. His tail flicked towards the women when he felt like he was getting lectured. ”They didn’t have to pick me up tonight, I was on me best behavior.” he knew why they picked him up and that his behavior for the evening had nothing to do with it he just liked pointing out when he was being good. It was when he wasn’t pointing it out people should worry.
”I trust ya… well her fer sure.” he said nodding his head over to Pippa, ”Just met you, but ya seem ta be looking out fer me so I guess I’m gonna have to aren’t I.” he shrugged and sighed not liking the idea of trusting strangers, they usually wanted something from him. ”Does the muscle have a name?” he asked looking to Pippa.
If his frown at the next comments weren’t an indication for anyone his tail had always been good at showing his reaction. It flicked low, like he was being backed into a corner. The shifter wanted to growl at least some part of him. The side he had trouble reigning in. The thoughts stirred and he heard ‘Fight?’ in the back of his mind. Carrick had enough sense to ignore it. ”Didn’t really think I was acting against ya figured it was less of a headache fer everyone but ya pointed out I was wrong so… lesson learned.” he hesitated before asking, ”What did ya have in mind?” he folded his arms again.
The shifted cocked his head confused, what did cutting paper have to do with anything… was she calling him a snowflake? Carrick looked down at his hands and accepted that he was an individual and unique, so nice of her to notice. ”I made a cootie catcher when I was younger.” he said proudly. He never caught any cooties so it must of worked right?
The bird was noticed by both of them given their abilities it was Carrick’s reaction to her that he commented on. ”Anything that moves get your attention or is it because it’s prey?” Carrick asked his tail flicking behind him curiously. ”Movement for me, then I wonder if it is prey. Usually is. No matter the size.” he flashed his teeth in a grin.
”That’s a bad reason to go into the hero business. Personally I’d do it fer the fame and glory. But Pride cometh before the fall right?” he asked before adding, ”If yer gonna do it do it fer yerself. Never understood the appeal of being one.” Carrick said truthfully. A simple narrative shift made heroes the bad guy. His father was a prime example of it.
”Beating baddies on yer own already? Why train fer it then?” he asked curiously. ”Sounds like yer doing a bang up job already. Just enslave or devour some people collect a check save the day.” he said giving a thumbs up.
”Canada?” he asked confused before remembering that he told her he was from there. ”Oh yeah Canada where I’m from… Totally, we have extra A’s and hockey though.” he said summing up his knowledge on the unfamiliar land. Ireland and America. That was all he knew.
Carrick shrugged, ”Guess ya could build a woman from it as well…” he wasn’t one to discriminate. Snow women could be just as good at being snow people as snow men. Carrick had built a few of each over the years. They usually were target practice for a dive bomb or a Gryphon attack. ”Target Practice?”
”This will be a treat then.” he smirked getting distracted. ”The kind that doesn’t ruin me figure. Just me hands.” he said blowing into them to warm them up a bit as he started making another pile of snow this one bigger than the last.
”Yer lucky ya have me around, doubt anyone would show ya how to make one.” Carrick said off handedly, ”Oh and ya can eat the snow, just stay away from brown and yellow.” he said his wings opened slightly as he crouched to gather more snow into the pile.
The shifter smirked at her failed attempt to catch the snowball. He bent down and scooped up some more snow this time packing it on the ground, ”I know what ya mean. It was hard to find a spot without anyone around. Ya found me though.” he said looking at the snow pile, ”Not that I’m complaining.”
Working the pile into a large ball he was confident it wouldn’t break apart like the last one did. His hands were freezing now and wet. He shook them dry before hefting the snowball that required two hands to lift. He spun slightly and lobbed the snowball towards her slowly so she could dodge it if she wanted. ”Shame, let me know if that changes.”
”Talk to me mum.” he said honestly with another shrug. His tail drooped behind him and his hands went into his pockets to warm up and dry off. ”Ever build a snowman?” he asked curiously.
The shifter shrugged, ”Sure. She’s from Atlantis.” he didn’t think it was that big of a deal because she wasn’t what he expected of Royalty. She was… difficult. Maybe he’d introduce Zek to her? The thought didn’t sit well with Carrick for some reason however he didn’t want to dive into why it bothered him so he did what he did best and ignored it.
Zek however he couldn’t ignore. The ball boy made that difficult. The shifter’s eyes dilated under the effects of the sugary foods as he inhaled his second Elephant ear. While Zek could free up his hands using his mutation Carrick had to stick to more ancient methods by stuffing his face some of the sugar sticking to his face as he finished one after the other.
”What’s cooler than magic?” Carrick asked as he produced a card from his sleeve, which was now covered in powdered sugar. He looked at the card and sighed, he’d have to set it back in the sleeve later once it was clean. Putting the card into one of his pockets he smirked, ”Got a pretty decent knife thrower. Taught me how to do it. Never get enough chances to practice in the real world.” he said with a chuckle. ”Magics a bit safer fer the bystanders.” some magic.
”Doubt they’d give it away. Easy enough to win though.” he said walking over to one of the stalls. The man working it didn’t’ know who Carrick was otherwise he would have told Carrick not to play. The shifter grew up on these games and a large amount of them were rigged. He knew most of the tricks to win. Setting some food down next to him he fished for a dollar then set it down on the counter popped another ear in his mouth and chewed while spinning in the chair before grabbing the gun.
“Need the rules?” ”Nah, so this before on a show.” he lied before aiming to the left slightly of everything he shot at. Carrick didn’t miss a target. ”What one ya want?” he asked Zek with a full mouth while the attendant stared at the shifter with an open mouth in shock. "What show did you watch?"
The princess seemed not to like his answer. Tucking his wings behind him he shrugged, ”I usually do that the other 364 days of the years. Don’t I get a day off?” he asked scratching the back of his head. His wings adjusted to fan out behind him a bit blocking his back from the cold and wing.
>>>"Besides, you have me. And you have friends here. You should have treats. And gifts. Is there a gift you would want?"
”Do I?” he smirked putting his hands in his pockets. ”Few of ‘em went to visit family for the holidays.” he shrugged some more then scooped down and picked up a little bit of snow to form it with his hands into a ball.
The snow was cold, he regretted not wearing gloves. ”I always want stuff. Doesn’t mean I should get it.” he smirked. Once the ball was formed he tossed it to the princess. ”The one thing I want isn’t something yer able to do unless ya can reverse time.” he eyed her wondering if that was something she was capable of. She could create gems why not time control.
