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.
If they weren’t being attacked his Gryphon form would have chuckled if it could have. He learned he could do something similar to laugh but it sounded like a few chirps followed by a ‘scree’ he also found the meaning was often missed. Shin’s reaction when he drew near was funny, the creature the beak pulled from Shin and snapped up a few times was good. Just about as good as the last bite he had. Was he full? It didn’t matter there were more creatures attacking people.
>>>no more noodles off of faces, okay?”
Carrick shifted his bird like head to the side confused by the question. Or statement. Most people said thanks when you saved them from a monster ball of noodles. Carrick offered up some choice words for a sassy comment but they fell short in the form of ‘chirps’ but he understood.
The Gryphon reluctantly sat down and folded it’s wings to the side and scooped up the first offering. While he would have preferred to hunt the prey this would do nicely as well. He was king of the skies so being waited on made sense. “Screeeee-” Carrick shouted as he scooped up the first cut up monster noddle. The noodle struggled as the beak snapped it up tossing it into the air before swallowing it.
”I’m hourly.” Carrick shrugged, he knew he got paid its just what he got paid exactly was never discussed nor did he ever bother to read the pay stub. He just knew when the money hit his account. ”I could go fer some gold.” Carrick said getting distracted by the idea of more money as Ranger took out another handful of inmates by charging into them.
”Towards the danger?” Carrick asked as he stepped over a few of the men that Ranger dropped almost bouncing with each step. ‘Fight!’ shouted the voice in the back of his head. ‘Fig-’ Carrick looked to Ranger briefly shutting the thought process up. It was clear Ranger wasn’t the source of the ‘fight’ feeling.
”I’m gonna guess someone who wants out of the prison.” the shifter said stating the obvious. ”Got the feeling our big piggy in the room back there knew about it. He was smiling before the s*** hit the fan.”
The further in they moved the more on anxious the shifter became. It wasn’t a bad anxiety that induced fear or scared him but the kind you get into when you get into a fight. Hairs stood on end and his pupils turned more cat like the further they went.
He was ‘raised’ by the beast of Belfast. He learned quickly how to take a punch and when to find something to use as a weapon. Unfortunately there weren’t any weapons around he could grab. A bat would have been perfect. Half tempted to call Zek the shifter pointed as a group of orange jumpsuits came into view. Another group of them. They were circling someone. They were cowering. Trying to get away. It was a guard. Unarmed by the guess of it.
They were distracted. ”Me first?” Carrick asked before running forward jumping and landing two of his feet into one of the jumpsuit knocking him backwards and wrapping an arm into a headlock into another shouting ”Hello!” all three including Carrick went down after gravity took over. His free hand dropped a smoke pellet. It wasn’t a grenade but it was enough to distract the other inmates. Now was the time to show off to the supervisor. Maybe he’d get more gold (stars) out of it.
The other inmate watched his friend get slammed into the ground after he entered the room and slowly backed up. Before he was gone Carrick asked, ”So ya think there coming ta save us then? Or just let us deal with the problem...? Are we charging them or is this pro-bono?” Carrick asked pretty sure he knew what it meant. Free. He hated doing things for free.
”That looked like it hurt!” Carrick said stating the obvious looking into the room. That was two down within a minute.... where was Ranger when the mansion was being destroyed? The shifter didn’t ask. There were other super agents at the mansion. Even mom was there.
The other inmate started to run away towards the large mob at the end of the hallway. ”Mate! I used ta work and live at the circus!” the shifter said trying not to think about the enclosed hallway in a prison designed to keep people in. Carrick didn’t hear anything about helping people, his selective hearing was at work again.
”Ladies and gentleman! The amazing Carrick!” he didn’t shift but rather opened his wings and sprung forward to pounce on the running inmate. ‘Fight!’ it seemed the beast sense only picked fights it could win. Vepr wasn’t one of those fights.
Landing on him and slamming his face to the ground Carrick stood as he just completed a handful of acrobatics and through his hands in the air. ”Normally I’d be in the feather form but the hallways are a bit to cramped.
Upon seeing Carrick take down an orange jumpsuit a few other inmates started to notice them. Carrick waved.
“They guards?” “Never seen him before!” “Let’s introduce ourselves then!” “Arrrgggghhhh!” four started to charge as Carrick hopped backwards, the fear he was feeling started to be masked with an insane and gleeful smile. It was becoming a game.
Shin was quite for a moment... mulling something over.
‘Slurrrrppp’
Carrick opened his mouth to add to the words of comfort he was trying to give the man as the noodles he had been enjoying erupted upwards onto his face. ”Mmmmmmmm!!!” the shifter kicked his chair back and rolled as the noodles latched onto his face like in that one alien movie he never finished.
Rolling around he caught a glimpse of the same thing happening to Shin. One of his pork buns attacked him next. Why did this happen to him? This was why he couldn’t enjoy nice things. The shifter struggled but bit down on some of the noodles. They wriggled for a moment then stopped moving as he swallowed.
The shifter chuckled and started to shift. While his mouth was being covered the muffled scream of the Irishman quickly turned into a ‘screeeeee’ of an eagle. His pupils turned to slits and he started to pull the clothing and skin off of himself as fur broke free, followed by talons and a beak. it was like a winged horse was let loose in the restaurant.
The noodle monster didn’t stand a chance as the beak snapped up the ball of noodles in one snap of the beak. Followed by another as Carrick’s new form tried to eat the noodles attacking Shin.
Carrick had his flash paper removed and the lighter at the ready in hopes he could help his supervisor out. They weren’t needed. Ranger ate his Wheaties today it seemed. Those poor clothes. Super sized Ranger took care of Vepr soon enough meaning he wouldn’t need any distractions. Shame. A fire ball to the face would have made Carrick feel better about the situation. He didn’t even get to do the interrogation correctly.
>>>”What’s the situation out there?”
”I was supposed to throw the chair.” Carrick said sighing. His eyes were locking in on two inmates in orange who decided to break from the large mass of prisoners that were going room to room freeing the others. ”Depends who you ask?” he said scratching the back of his head.
The ceilings weren’t high, meaning he wouldn’t be able to fly to safety. Dodge a few people sure but the ‘flee’ feeling that was telling him to run wasn’t doing much good. He tried not to think about the enclosed space last thing they needed was for him to have a panic attack.
”I’m sure the inmates are having a good time. Don’t see the guards. They ditched us.” Carrick said looking back into the room. That was when the two inmates closed the distance hoping that Carrick was a guard.
“What do we got here?” ”A Carrick.” stepping out of the way he thumbed back into the room ”And a Ranger. Wrong place wrong time if ya don’t mind we’ll be on our way.” one of the inmates dove at Carrick missing him as the shifter spun low and sidestepped. His tail brushed the man’s face as he flew into the room with Ranger.
‘Flight!’ the shifter barely had time to react to the gut feeling that was screaming at him to run. To fly and be gone. He hadn’t felt fear like this in a long time. Mismatched colored eyes focused turning the irises into slits as the adrenaline started pumping. His instinct was to duck and lay flat but as he fell to the ground Ranger intercepted the table.
>>>”Hall! Go! I got him.”
”He could have done this the whole time!?!? Why even chain him up! Waste of money.” the shifter swore as he rolled to the side and pushed himself up into a run. He didn’t need to be told twice... okay so maybe he did. Often, but this wasn’t one of those times. He’d been beat up enough by Ranger to know he could handle himself.
The door flung open as Carrick looked back for a brief moment to see the chair hit Vepr. Good. He deserved it. The lights went in and out and Carrick walked into the hallway... where were the guards? The one that was standing at the door was already running down the hallway. Must have been going to the breakout station?
Poking his head back in, ”Halls empty!” Carrick’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room to see both Vepr and Ranger almost doubled in mass. ”Vepr, you sure ya don’t want ta talk this out?” the shifter asked before ducking back into the hall.
Lights flashed on the side of the walls in a strobe effect. Something he had seen in prison riot movies. ”Should have called in today....” Carrick sighed loudly grabbing the stuff that was left behind at the guard station. His flask, dice, cards, lighter and flash paper. The smoke pellets he held onto as he caught a glimpse of orange running from one room to the next.
His tail flicked and he poked his head back into the room, ”How long you gonna be?” there was more orange in the dim hallway as the bodies ducked back into another room. It seemed they were freeing the other inmates.
From what he could remember from the deage and his life under his Da’s thumb Carrick thought this was the best method. Veper probably wouldn’t talk unless it work out for him to protect his large hide. He was like everyone Carrick hated in his life.
Upon Rangers response the shifter almost looked pleased with himself so much so his tail started to flick behind him. Words of encouragement was something the shifter strived on. Along with the exact opposite. If anything he was looking for a chance to prove he didn’t belong in here.
Pointed ears twitched to the commotion outside as Ranger left the room. He was told he ‘shouldn’t’ hit Vepr. Didn't mean don’t. When Ranger left Carrick’s smile widened. ”Looks like it’s just you n’me!” the shifter said walking closer to the table where the man still sat chained. Vepr smiled towards the shifter and suddenly something felt... wrong.
‘Flight’ his instincts suddenly shifted as more commotion started to go on outside the room. “You know I have heard of one son of the beast. Two? No, I have heard of a bastard son who had thrown away his family and ran from home. Tail tucked behind. A coward. You don’t not scare me boy. You or... your blood. In fact. I have deals with some of them.” Vepr said sitting upright. “Nice to match face to name.”
Carrick’s eyes turned to slits at the comment and he felt the blood that was just insulted boil. ”A coward? Nah, I’m just smart.” the shifter said trying to sound tough, like Vepr didn’t just throw him off his worse cop act. ”The beast ‘nd his litter are relics of the past.” he growled and flashed his teeth. ”Me mate? I’m the ****in future!”
The shifter slammed his hands on the table hard and felt the urge to shout and shake them off. The table was more solid than the shifter was expecting. The door opened again and Ranger issued the order. ”I’m not done! I’m ‘bout ta work this fat @$$ over!” he shook one of his hands when he was sure no one was looking at them.
“No. I think you stay we’ll have fun!” Vepr said as his smile widened. Carrick reluctantly looked back to Ranger who was in charge for more of a reason. That's when a few of the lights flickered. Vepr ripped himself free from the table and flipped the metallic table towards Carrick who was busy waiting for a response from Ranger.
Beast of a man? Mischievous? ”You have another beasty friend?” Carrick wondered. Was it Rowan? He did live at the mansion... which was currently destroyed. Maybe he should check in on him. ”But I’m the best one right?” he asked. It was almost on par with finding out there was a better flyer in the city. Like that would ever happen.
”Oh how the tables have turned, an opening in yer schedule? Can’t believe it! Would ya like to join us?” he said grinning and sidestepping closer to Praxi so the princess could see them both. He was practically bouncing.
Looking to Praxi he beamed in all his shirtless glory ”Which is great fer us! We get to be accompanied by a princess! Royalty! Lucky us!” his tail was flicked behind signaling he was toying with the princess.
”Aaaand it just so happens I know of a party. A pretty big one too. I was planning on skipping it fer a gig buuuuuut... can't have ya getting bored now can we?” he raised his glass and took a swig and walked back over to the steaks.
>>> “I’m you’ve got an arrangement that is working out for you.” Shin said, with a small smile. “It is wild how things happen like that. Remember when I went from rogue to mansion resident… and then respectable husband, cop, then teacher, and— wow, I’ve been a lot of things, haven’t I? Yeah, I’m doing alright. Nothing emotionally or spiritually to add. Seems you are doing fine mentally, too. You don’t need any emotional counseling, or someone to talk to? Mama T, maybe….? Someone not me?”
The shifter raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, the way a cat would when it was trying focus on something new. Potential prey? A toy maybe? ‘Sluuuuuuuurpppp’ the shifter finished another bite of noodles and then looked down at his bowl for a moment. Was Shin trying to reach out to him to tell him he wasn’t alright?
The rest of the team should know. It wasn’t Carrick’s business to spread the news but he also wasn’t qualified to help with emotional or mental wellbeing. Half the time he couldn’t even sort his own emotions out. When he did it was with the bartender or some other regular who would just nod his head and forget it all. Hell he even talked about his feelings with the Princess. Wasn’t Shin’s wife an empath? Maybe she wasn’t really good with her powers?
”I mean...” he took a sip from the broth to clear his throat, ”I’m not qualified ta talk to you about what yer feeling mate. Not sober anyways... if ya want ta grab a pint I can listen I guess... but like ya said, Mama T is a good place ta start. Don’t the X-men pay fer stuff like that? Seeing as ya fly around the world saving it n’ ****?” he asked curiously.
Maybe they just had awful health coverage. It was the United States after all.
”Here I thought that was why you were interested in me.” he said squinting and fake sneering at Amythest. ”Must be fer me other ass-ets then.” he turned his tail in her direction and shook one of said assets as he dug for the proper cutlery while his tail batted at her.
”Pssshh, invites are boring!” he said standing up right turning and leaning into the princess who was sitting on the counter. Flashing a smirk, ”Where's the surprise? Ya know what ta expect with invites but fer us...” he pointed to himself then Praxi, ”they come around as much as yer compliments.” he said teasing her further.
”Years?” he looked from Praxi back to the princess. ”Years Ames, Years. Praxi you poor girl!” Carrick picked up the mimosa meant for him and took a sip before grabbing the first steak and plopping it down on the plate so it could rest. Followed by the other two.
”Yer making it sound like I tricked ya into singing. It just so happened that the place was known fer making people sing. How was I ta know about such a magical place?” he shook his head in fake disbelief as if he wasn’t planning on bringing her back there at some point. Maybe not tonight, but the idea was planted in Carrick’s mind now.
”It was beautiful Praxi!” he said turning his back to the princess and swooning into her, ”Like hearing an angel sing!” he said chuckling. ”and I know a bit about angels.”
”Well if ya don’t want ta sing, do ya have any invites fer tonight?” if not he knew a place where there was always some kind of party.
The shifter knew of the place, since before he went away. He’d been avoiding it because it was a homeless shelter. Sure, free room and meals but he also knew some people needed it more than he did and the shifter was always good at landing on his feet. No matter how many times he fell, and now he was dating the princess. Things were turning up Carrick.
”Golden doors?” he asked knowing the answer. Many times he thought about trying to steal said doors but had heard enough of the place to know that was a big ‘no-no’ even if he was immortal. ”Shouldn’t be too far out of the way. Easier when ya don’t have ta fight traffic.” the shifter said bragging a little. A fact he was quite proud of. If there was air traffic the city would have been a little more unbearable for the claustrophobic mutant.
”I know.” he said agreeing with the woman as buildings passed under them. His wings turned slightly towards the direction of the golden doors as he continued to speak to his new friend. ”Miss the good Ol 'days when ya just fight with yer fists no guns or weapons.” he sighed loudly knowing he was sounding like his father. Someone who would have encouraged killing one or two of the people that attacked him to send a message.
Carrick looked down at himself when it was pointed out. He had thought about it for a second then wondered if he lost the clothes when teleporting. It didn’t matter. All the mattered was that he needed some now. Shrugging and confused as well Carrick, ”I dunno.” he said honestly.
The disco staff was produced and the teleporter was balled. Carrick tipped his hat then watched as Zek hopped over the edge of the building into the city. ”Give me a heads up when ya do that!” he shouted and leapt over the building after his friend.
A bullet whizzed by at the last second before they were over the building but Carrick was out of there like a Gryphon out of hell. It hit a feather and he cursed, it didn’t hurt but it managed to remove a feather. Something the Princess would point out the next time she preened him.
”Carrick.” he said giving his name again to Kimmy. It was something he started doing since Zek always managed to get his name wrong. ”And happens all the time!” he said holding on to her hand and looking down towards her. Most people reached up or tried to climb him. Kimmy didn’t. Was she not afraid of falling? Or did she just trust him?
”It was appreciated, I think they would have kept hitting me till they gave up or I lost me cool. Don’t need any more heat on me. Last thing I need is another headache.” Carrick said getting to the cruising altitude of above the nearby buildings so he could coast and let Kimmy take in the sights.
”Where am I takeing ya, love?” Carrick asked after a few moments.
The pan was hot, the shifter tapped one of the steaks with a finger to see if it was the rareness he desired. The other two were going to cook a bit longer. It was known that not everyone had the same desire to see the steaks as red as he preferred. His stomach growled loudly. ”I learned from Mike and Sam, both of which are from the states. They both can’t be wrong about steaks fer breakfast.” he said defending himself.
>>>”Ha. The Princess called me attractive.”
”I heard it!” the shifter said slightly far less awkward now that he was teasing the princess. He flashed a grin towards her and winked and looked back down to the steaks. ”Compliments are far and few in this apartment.” he said lying. ”Savor them!”
Scoffing, ”Sure but when I do it without breakfast everyone says I’m an alcoholic.” he shook his head, ”which I’m not. I’m immortal!” he said confidently. His tail flicked behind him as he looked back up towards Praxi making sure his eyes didn’t travel from her face. Which... now that he thought about it could have been considered her whole body? Anyways, he focused on where her face was currently.
”Elke...” did he know her? The shifter knew everyone at the school... at least he made sure everyone knew of him. ”Think I met her before, she’s the one who controls shadows?” he shook his head, ”Nah, that’s not her.”
”Praxi, crashing a party?” Carrick teased pretending to be shocked. She was the type of girl who sat in on classes for fun. Something the Irishman never understood. ”Were ya planning on returning it?” he asked raising an eyebrow. It was something everyone said to him when it was discovered that he ‘borrowed’ something.
The smug grin Carrick had widened, ”She is gonna be a bad influence on us.” he said again to the Princess. That was then Carrick had a great idea.
”Great idea Praxi!” his tail flicked behind him mischievously as he grabbed three plates for the steaks, ”Darling would ya like ta crash a party with us tonight?” looking to Amethyst hopeful she’d say yes.
”Good,” he said a little surprised Praxi could see through the back of her head. He made note. It just meant he’d have to be more careful when he was around her. Last thing he needed was more eyes on him. ”Just means I don’t have ta do it twice.” he said smirking before squinting his eyes as Liz addressed him.
”Lizzy.” he said bluntly. His tail flicked behind him in mild irritation as he bit into the one burrito he still had in his hand. His tone changed when Praxi brought up the princess, even if Liz was near them. ”Yeah, she’s probably just lounging. Princesses.” he said knowing she was enjoying the quite.
”They love me here.” he whispered to Praxi when she smiled at him. It was Jorge’s recipe after all. How many times did he break into the man’s apartment to raid the fridge? It was a comfort food he kept with him all these years.
Taking another bite out of the burrito he waved to Luna and the newcomer. Even if he didn’t know who she was. Most of the people seemed they all knew each other, and Carrick was anything but shy. The Irishman followed the newcomer and the plate of donuts and helped himself to a powdered sugar one and taking a bite giving him a white sugared mustache in the process.
Now double fisting food he smirked, ”Like yer pants.” Carrick said to Skye as he pointed out the sprinkles and frosting glaze.
