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.
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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.
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The shifter could hear better than others, all he heard from below was the sound of screams. Some days he wondered why he hung out with Zek, if all the beatings he received for being friends with the guy was worth it. If he had a mirror handy he would have adjusted his new magical top hat. Carrick knew he could pull it off. So yes, it was all worth it.
The portal opened and Carrick relaxed grinning as his friend exited the portal with clothes. Perfect. The shifter almost forgot he was in his underwear. Almost... the cool breeze of the New York city rooftop helped remind him on occasion.
Reaching out and snagging his pants first Carrick hopped, flapped his wings twice lifting himself into the air as he swung his pants on. ”Don’t know. Ya think they got the message?” Carrick asked looking into the hole that lead into the building. ”Hate fer them to think they have a chance against us again.” he looked back to the teleporter he choked out.
”Pit stop at the city dump? Can drop them where all the other city trash goes.” the shifter said walking over to the downed teleporter. ”Our city mate, don’t forget it.”
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The Irishman was about to comment on narrow minded people and how he felt about them but stopped when Cesca hit them with more information on to why she needed to start over. ”Yeeesh...” he said slowly. His feathers slumped a little, not sure what else to say. His tail flicked behind him and he followed suit with another sip from his drink. As was custom when someone was being real with him.
”Wait.... yer a mutant?” Carrick asked feigning a disgusted look. ”I can’t believe I’m drinking with a mutant. Grosss!!!” he said as his wings moved around behind him more than usual to show he was joking. If they didn’t know he was one as well at this point then there was no helping them.
”Well, glad ta meet a fellow heir ta the family business.” he said finally perking up a bit. ”Bastard prince of the Emerald Isles.” thumbing his chest knowing that it wasn’t a real position. Ireland didn’t have kings. His father was just a terrorist and a piece of ****. Carrick wanted nothing to do with him or whatever he had planned. The shifter was even willing to turn him over to SUPER, if they asked nicely.
”What do ya do fer work Jonas?” Carrick asked trying to lighten the mood a bit.
”I am aware of it.” Carrick said a little irritated. Ever since he could get stuck in his half shift, his least preferred form he had to be aware of it. It scared people, chased off Elizabeth when they were younger. He still saw the look of terror on her face. Serena’s as well. In fact for the longest time he was afraid to shift in fear of that form. It couldn’t be controlled.
At least it couldn’t. Now, he had a grasp on it. Or rather the Princess was good at getting the beasty to calm down. To not just work off instincts. She showed him it could be controlled. Even if he was awful at trying to control it. ”Sam and Maya know. They’ve seen beasty in action before didn’t take me out fer a meal but they at least know about it.” he didn’t crack a joke or smile at this point. ”And Jorge was aware of it.” his tail flicked behind him as he tried to think of a more cheerful subject.
After the fight would do it.
”Grand, moved in with the princess. Got our own place. Moved up ta the east side, finally got a piece of the pie.” Carrick said recalling a show’s theme song he watched at night when he lived in the mansion. ”Praxi moved in with us as well. Pretty cozy place. Got us a nice balcony so I don’t have to use the elevator.”
Slurping some noodles, ”Hard ta imagine I went from street urchin ta living with royalty. Everything is turning up Carrick lately.” Carrick said chewing the noodles then asking to be polite, ”You?”
>>> "He can't just eat pigeons, surely. That's bird-on-bird violence."
”Wouldn’t be the first time, too many feathers...” Carrick said wondering if he should have kept that bit of information from his friend and girlfriend. He shrugged, eyeing the steak and happy with his choice for breakfast. ”I’m an Apex predator. I eat what I want.” he said thumbing his chest and smirking to both of the girls.
The next comment got a snicker from Carrick, he was about to say something then thought better of it.
POP!
Dropping the fork he was using to turn the meat he followed suit and dropped low out of reaction. Adrenaline kicked in and his pupils turned to slits. His purring stopped and he looked back to the location of the sound. Was he hanging out with Zek and SUPER agents too much? Should he ask for a vacation?
It was Praxi holding a bottle of champagne and the harder stuff. His hand went over his tattoo on his chest and he let out a loud exhale. ”Gryphon form keeps growing.” he opened one of his wings keeping it away from the stove. It might have also taken up the walk way behind him and a big inconvenience to anyone close to him. ”Pretty sure me wings grew a foot last year.” he said trying to add to the conversation.
That was until they started talking about their curves. His tail flicked behind him as they continued to talk about her … build then the princess. Closing his wing behind him he looked over his shoulder to both of the girls. Cat like eyes followed Praxi for a moment then to the princess. His pointed ears turned red and Carrick went back to eyeing the steak.
”If yer sharing I’ll take some.” he grabbed a clean fork and added, ”The drink I mean.” he chuckled and looked to the Princess ”Never thought Praxi would be a bad influence on us. Drinks so early in the day.”
”When isn’t he?” he leaned back a bit into the princess as she righted a some of the feathers that were no doubt out of sorts since his late-night escapades. Carrick started to purr. ”More ways than one.” he said whispered and opened the bag of steaks and dropped three on the skillet for a loud hissing sound.
”Like I said these were a gift, left before the mansion was destroyed. Along with some other things.” he said smirking illuding to him pilfering a bit more before it their home was destroyed. ”Everybody gets a bit!” he said confidently. His tail batted at the princess.
”I won’t then!” he said with a chuckle reaching into a drawer for a fork to flip the meats. Carrick recalled how the other Atlanteans treated Praxi when he first getting to know the princess. It reminded him in part of his childhood. Being picked on. Which was why he was usually less sarcastic with Praxi. Usually. ”Don’t thank me just yet! Just wait till rents due!” did he pay rent?
”I manage usually, and that’s not the one that you should be worried about being hungry.” he said eyeing the steaks. His stomach growling. ”You’ll all know if I don’t get enough, good thing we live with a balcony.” he said with a light chuckle.
It was quite the scene, dozens of Carrick’s wielding baseball bats and Zek’s wielding snacks prepped for the portal breach to the normal world. If they ever opened a movie studio it should be here. “Gryphon squadron this is Gryphon Alpha. We have a portal open! Go go go!” he knew that the rest of the Carrick’s wouldn’t make it out but it was the thought that count.
“Stop kicking me!”
The portal was white he couldn’t see where they were being let out. Nor did he know what to expect he just knew he was in the air and had to stop as his English teacher was right in front of him. Snapping open his wings he slowed himself. “Hiya teach!” he flapped once to remain airborne till the bullet meant for his former teacher caught Carrick in the shoulder.
“Mother ******er!” the shifter roared as he spiraled in the direction of the hit shoulder trying to over compensate for it. It hurt. Was he shot again?
‘Pain.... fight!’ the shifter squinted and tried to shut out the shift that was coming once he was struck. ‘Kill’
“** sakes!” Carrick shouted as he grabbed his wounded arm wishing he was a lefty with the baseball bat he had dropped. Carrick’s eyes turned to slits as he grabbed his shoulder.
His tail flicked away as it was being swatted. Frying pan in hand he shut the lower cupboard and dropped the frying pan on one of the burners. ”Suppose I could.” he stopped and sniffed himself and scrunched his nose making a show of it. Mocking the princess’s own reaction.
”Before breakfast though?” asking almost disappointed. ”The meats primed ta be cooked! It was a gift!”
Then Praxi solidified it. Apparently Atlanteans had a higher standards when it came to hygiene. Something Carrick usually appreciated with the princess. Mainly when she righted his wings.
”Well if someone did their job right!” Carrick looked over to the former faculty member as it rolled over some of the dirt he totally brought in. Was it a pain for her to expel the dirt? She absorbed her water pretty easily. Then again Carrick was solid and had a set height.”Yer heights fine I was short once too. Sorry about the dirt. I’ll try ta watch it.” he said finally and opened up the bag of meat.
Turning the burner on Carrick waited to drop the meat. A shower could wait. At least he wasn’t in the swears this time.
They vanished again right before they hit the ground which was good because Carrick’s wings broke tier fall. Enveloped by feathers they continued to roll around on the ground. Managing to move his hold into a sleeper hold. Something he had become very familiar with thanks to Rangers training, for the first time he was the one putting someone to sleep.
”Yeah!” Carrick said pulling tighter and wrapping his legs around the man and pulling backwards to tighten the hold. ”He’s busy!” there was a tap on his arm as a flash Zek’s ball of light flew overhead. He didn’t see where it landed but heard Zek shout he got him.
”Yer ****’ed now!” the teleporter tapped his arm again and Carrick waited till the tapping stopped before letting go. ‘Kill!’ his adrenaline was pumping he felt the urge to shift but fought it. This was his fight.
”Sleep ya piece of $*&t!” Carrick finally let go and rolled upwards shrugging his shoulders and wings to loosen them up he looked for Zek who just portaled out. ”Got mine!”
”It’s a blessing n’ a curse really!” the shifter said stepping back as Kimmie took out the gunman and started to work on another assailant. The shifter was glad she was here but doubted they would have pulled a gun or a knife if it was just him. A punch to the face would have been fine. Even if he had to explain it to the Princess and SUPER.
”Might of hurt Sara’s feelings bad.” the shifter said feeling a bit guilty. He didn’t like hurting anyone’s feelings, seeing as he was on the receiving end of Elizabeth’s ghosting all those years ago.
There was the sound of a siren and that was all Carrick needed before shouting, ”Cops! Time to fly love!” snapping open his wings he smacked someone in the face sending them back before he kicked up a bunch of dirt, rubbish and whatever else was in a New York City alley way.
Once in the air he reached down to Kimmie to grab her hand. ”Let’s go!” a few of the assailants ran as the lights became visible reflecting off the buildings. The others reached for Carrick and Kimmie.
”Well ya brought it up thought ya knew more on the subject.” the shifter said as he frowned into the chopsticks and bowl before him. Carrick thought about what his other forms ate even less. Every now and then he’d cough up a feather or find some kind of smaller bones where his hoard was buried near the mansion.
”I....” the shifter went back to chasing another piece of pork as he was interrupted. That’s fine if Shin wanted to talk he’d let him. The shifter was hungrier than defending the fact that one of his forms might occasionally maul or eat someone.
”Nah....” Carrick said after the ‘lesson’ was laid out for him. ”Too lean, hardly any meat. At least ya couldn’t make a full meal out of them. Most of the bones are too small as well.” he said looking around for an example but came up empty.
”I’ve never eaten a person before.” he said thumbing his chest with a chopstick almost stabbing himself in the process. ”Owww.” he pulled his thumb and chopstick away from his chest.
”And I try not ta think about what the other two eat. One likes racoons and pigeons unless it can get a deer. The other...” thankfully he was never starving. He tired to keep that from happening just in case. ”Best to keep this ‘me’ full.”
”Oh? Did he?” Carrick asked with another ‘slurp’ of some noodles then attacked a piece of pork floating in the broth. Wondering what mystic spilled the beans and about... wait a cannibal? The shifter thought back to the most recent time he ate anyone. Bits and pieces sure, but to actually eat someone?
”Nah, think I'm more of an omnivore.” he said truthfully.
Before looking to the buns and deciding he’ll stick with the bowl of ramen at the moment. ”I’ll try ‘em later.” he took another ‘slurp’.
”Cannibal implies I try ta eat people right?” he asked curiously. His other forms ate a little bit of everything. Human, not so much the hand was an isolated incident. One he played for later that night by shifting and throwing it up again. Clearly his human stomach wasn’t designed for something like that.
The food arrived and there was a loud audible sigh of relief, not just because he was starving, but because Shin already had a place to stay with his wife. That was good, he wasn’t sure how many more people the Princess would have allowed to stay at their place. A concept that was still wild to the shifter. He had a home, one outside of the mansion now.
The shifters eyes looked from his bowl to the buns then back to his bowl as Shin gave him a run down on everything good in the bowl. ”Hmm?” his tail flicked behind him and he smiled wide at the man in front of him. His teeth might have been showing more than usual to add to his coyness.
Carrick was playing with him. Of course he recalled eating the man’s hand. It was for revenge. The man had shot at him. Sure it wasn’t what he wanted to do but his other forms seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes. He didn’t comment on the question but let it sit for a moment as he grabbed some chopsticks. “itadakimasu” he said remembering what he learned from Himari and Hiyaori that wasn’t a swear word in Japanese.
Taking a big ‘slurp’ of noodles Carrick asked with his mouth full, still playing with Shin. ”So what did ya want ta talk about?”
Shin had wanted to talk. He didn’t know what about but he was willing. Espeically since there was a free meal involved. It was unfortuante it wasn’t an all you could eat buffet but a big bowl or ramen did the heart good. More so because he was still recovering. Mentally from the battle and physcially from the same battle... and a night of heavy drinking.
A loud growl exited from his stomach. Not one that he had control over. It was hunger. The bowl with all the toppings looked the most appitizing. The price tag next to it was a good indicator of how good it be. ”So.... Shin...” he wasn’t a teacher.... wait was he a teacher? He was an X-man. The shifter knew that for sure.
”Oh! Yeah! Ya didn’t see me? There were a few dozen of me! It was... I had a parade!” his tail rose behind him along with his spirits from the memory of flying with others that understood him. ”They got some video of it. Trying ta track down the originally copy so I can ste-buy it.” he said beaming.
”I don’t want ta take all the credit fer the victory.” he said laying the last bit on thick, ”It was a team effort. Shame about the mansion though... wait you homeless now?” Carrick asked. Where did the adults go when the mansion was destroyed? Was this the reason he wanted to talk? Was he looking for a place to stay?
It wasn’t the first time they had gotten into a scuffle with someone. In fact if it wasn’t for the fact that he was immortal Carrick might have stopped hanging out with Zek outside of the bars. He was however, under the impression he was immortal so here he was in the line of fire.
Ducking at Zek’s warning the shifter dropped to the ground and rolled the sound of the chain ratteling as it was thrown then some rifle fire. His ears started to ring immedialty and he roared like a pissed off lion, ”More of a warning with guns!”
The bullets seemed to move away from him and the man in front of him. Carrick ignored the other guy and kicked his leg outwards to the tophatless man. His leg buckled and he fell backwards as Carrick snapped his wings in front of him trying to minimize his line of sight.
”**** you!” Carrick said wrapping himself around the man as everything went dark for a moment until he reappeared off of the building still wrapped around the teleporter. They started to fall. Carrick didn’t open his wings or try to stop the fall. They vanished again this time higher then again till they landed on the roof. “Oi, get him off!” he called out to his companion.
‘Kill!’ it would have been easy, the man was chained. A blue and green eye shifted from the the chains to how he was sitting and he smiled more. Carrick shook his head trying to maintain focus. He was here with a purpose. Not to kill. Just scare. There was a part to play, one he thought he could handle so much so he even stitched together a back story for his worse cop.
He was also the beast of Belfasts son.
His tail flicked and he growled flashing his teeth. His skin started to darken as hairs started to build up under his skin. He was itchy. He wanted to scratch that itch until the fur was free. It was the only way to stop it. ”I’ll hunt down every last one of them, tear them limb from limb and I’ll gift wrap the remains.” Carrick said his voice changing into a low and harsh baritone. ”The one ya should be afraid of is me!”
Carrick clenched his fists and then shook his head, his voice changing back. The moment he took to calm himself he thought of happy thoughts. Amythest. He never spoke in his half form. Was that his voice?
Part of it scared the shifter and part of him wanted to see more. Then he remebered the look on Lizzy and Serena’s face all those years ago. That deflated him. He was about to break character.
His low growl softened. ”Better idea. If the walls are meant ta protect ya why don’t we let ya out fer spilling the beans? They only got ta think he talked. his tail flicked behind him and he looked to Ranger. ”We can let piggy go wee wee wee all the way home. Only a matter of time till his source wants ta ask some questions right? Who knows we might be late.” he flashed his teeth again in a smile.
