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.
”Circus?” Carrick let out a small laugh and nodded his head, ”I can work with that red.” Circus, definitely described his personality a chaotic mess of fun and tricks begging for attention and excitement. Yeah Circus would work nicely.
”Yeah, I dig.” Carrick said sliding his hands out mockingly as he tried to ‘play it smooth’ ”Almost sounded like a threat there, red. Probably should be careful how you word things. Some might take offence.” Carrick said walking past her flashing his sharpened teeth and looking at the tools she was working with then spotted the tube.
”I’m a lot of things. A narc ain’t one of them.” Carrick said bending over and picking up the tube and reading the label. ”Andro-gel…” Carrick said having no idea what that was. Instead of bothering to read the ingredients he dropped it where he found it and shrugged, Liz was the one between them that read the ingredients or instructions. ”No idea what that is.” unless it said do not read or do not take Carrick didn’t have much interest in it. It was clear to him now that all the things he shouldn’t do usually seemed to be the most entertaining.
”There are more locks different from the doors down here.” Carrick said looking back at the tools and picking one up and looking at it from all angles as if it was ‘super’ interesting. Placing it back down he shrugged and continued, ”I don’t know however if there are alarms on it or not. So it might not be worth the risk.” Carrick said shrugging his shoulders some more while his tail flicked behind him mischievously,
”Cute,” Carrick said when Clyde try’d to tempt him to start the fight by insulting his mother and his grandmother. It was no secret the O’Connor’s loved beer and whiskey. Carrick didn’t really care much for either but he didn’t really care for how Clyde was trying to dig for something to get him fighting. ”Think about it half-pint, you move in and hit me with a lamp? Ya think that really look good for ya?” Carrick laughed, ”Sure ya’d hit me a few times but then you’d go and call the wrath of the teachers and staff. Or ya hit me hard enough my mutation kicks in and I grow three times my size and peck yer eyes out.” Carrick started to laugh, ”I might be a trouble maker, an a thief. A fighter is one thing I’m not.” the Gryphon was.
Tempted to shift to scare the piss out of Clyde and chase him outta of Carrick’s and Kai’s room he resisted. Looking from the dying plants to his new ‘supposed’ roommate, ”You want to throw fists that’s fine but don’t bring a weapon into it unless you plan on killing me. Then where would ya go?” Carrick got into a few fights at the mansion already but it wasn’t because he was starting them, it was because he was running his mouth.
Snapping open his wings and lifting his hands up into a guard like he was taught at the circus Carrick smirked, ”Now if you want to throw down we can do this quickly or you can sleep with one eye open for insulting me mother again. I might not be the strongest kid but I’ll make sure you’ll have a very unpleasant stay in me room!”
Carrick stared at her as she told him her name. he blinked and shook his head his shaggy hair swaying back and forth, ”Not gonna call you firecracker.” Carrick said trying not to laugh at the name. ”Red more like it.” Carrick said nodding his head and committing red to her face. Carrick knew why kids and other people gave fake names; he himself gave over half the mansion a fake name or two at one point or another it was so people couldn’t find him. Even though he loved attention he still liked to be forgotten every now and then. That and if he ever caused some trouble they’d just use the fake name that was given.
Taking a few steps closer closing the distance between the two he smirked when she tried to lie to him, ”You just found it and decided to get some practice?” he nodded his head sarcastically, ”Makes sense.”
Whens she noticed his face she changed the subject and Carrick touched his face everywhere except where the shiner was forming and his nose, both were still tender. ”What do you mean what was I doing? I was out for a night fly. You know, giving the adults the slip and sneaking out. I got me some wings so I gotsta use ‘em right?” Carrick asked rhetorically. Even if she didn’t get it, it didn’t matter any. ”You try using the picks on the class rooms?” Carrick asked curiously, ”When I traveled with the circus there were a few folks who always tried to practice on anyone’s trailers. Boy did that piss some people off ‘specially when they broke it.”
For as much as he thought himself as a stealthy moving kid he seemed to be no ninja. Carrick stopped his sneaking and moved into a mock ‘I’m super stealthy’ stance then slowly set his arms down and shifted his weight till he was facing the girl. Carrick tilted his head and mismatched eyes shifted from the red head he didn’t recognize to the lockset. He then spotted a tube and then the locker she was standing in front of. ”I be him.” Carrick said looking around making sure there wee no adults around that would like to get him into trouble.
Satisfied with the lack of adult super vision ”Guess me first question is who are ya?” Carrick then tilted his head down at the lockset. He wasn’t the best when it came to picking locks in fact he never really made an effort to learn it. When he worked with the circus a few of the older guys tried to teach him. Sadly for them they realized unless properly motivated Carrick wasn’t the best at paying attention. The winged thief was still able to recognize what the lock picks were though.
”Second question, why yer picking locks to get into lockers?” Carrick asked shifting his attention to the stairs where he was heading back down the hall. No one was around except for them. ”Forget yer combination?” Carrick asked rubbing his fist to his nose wiping some dried flakes of blood from it. ”Ya dropped yer tube, nasty thing to leave behind” his tail swished mischievously behind him as he smiled flashing his cat like canines.
Carrick sighed as he slowly opened the door to quietly enter the mansion, it was late so he was past curfew, or at least his curfew so the last thing he needed was to be seen not only would his parents get a phone call but someone might question why he now had a newly formed black eye. Carrick sniffed and rubbed his nose, which was dried with blood as he tiptoed towards the stairs. He already had reputation as a troublemaker most of the teachers didn’t care for him the kids his own age didn’t really care for him and to top it all off anyone who knew who he was also might have heard that he went berserk and mauled a few people a few months back during the riots. Said incident lead to his alienation with most of the kids his age and single handedly got his ex-girlfriend pulled from the school so she could be ‘safer’. Carrick missed Liz, which might have been one of the reasons why he was getting into trouble more than ever before.
Walking towards the kitchen Carrick stopped as his elf-like ears twitched. He heard a few people talking. Carrick shifted his weight and slowly turned towards the hallway where the classrooms were. No one should be there it was late meaning all the rooms should be locked right?
Silently walking down the hallway his tail swayed behind him with his wings tucked tight behind his back. One of the perks of being a third cat (might be more cat than bird now) he was able to be silent when he wanted to be making it that much easier to sneak around. Heading towards the distant stairs Carrick a girls bathroom entrance and kept going until he heard some muffled voice down the hallway.
Slowly and silently Carrick cursed under his breath and proceeded on slowly looking for another way up the stairs. Maybe it was a sleep-walker or someone he didn’t need to worry about? Groups of voices were more of a problem then an individual one. So Carrick continued to walk towards the voice hoping his footsteps weren’t loud enough to hear.
Carrick was slightly shocked by Clyde’s outburst. Carrick stared at him for a long while then smirked and started to laugh, ”My problem eh?” Carrick asked his laugh echoing in the room as he puffed out his chest and put his arms behind his head, ”Ain’t got no ****ing problem here boyo, seems to me yer mother never taught ya not ta cuss.” Carrick said taking a step back laughing some more, ”Makes ya sound like an Eejit.” with that last comment Carrick half expected the kid to cross the room and swing on him. Which was fine by him.
Carrick wasn’t much of a fighter and all the fights he was in in this form he had lost, most of them for the record he didn’t start, he might have instigated but he never started nor finished. Clyde however was smaller than him and unless he planned on growing up Carrick didn’t think of the kid as much of a threat.
”Look kid, I don’t know why yer acting like such a little **** about this, but if you don’t like the situation, there is the door.” Carrick said as he took a few steps closer kicking a few piles of wadded up paper and cans in Clyde’s direction.
When birds of prey scream the flocks depart hoping to save their own neck, this is always how it has been whenever Carrick screeched and made a dive for some smaller birds especially the stupid pigeons. Carrick hated them, while his Gryphon form found them oddly tasty. Sadly with his passenger on his back he didn’t make it in time to snatch one up so he lifted his neck when Eve buried her face into it calling him a jerk. If he could laugh in this form he would have. Carrick always enjoyed scaring people when flying their reactions always seemed to amuse him, Eve was no different.
Instead of laughing he let out a small chirps and a small whistle one that could be interpreted as laughter in this form. If he had a voice box similar to humans he would have started to talk to her however he couldn’t. So he let out a low rumble sounding similar to a purr and he opened his wings fully as he glided across the rooftops towards the direction where a few of the pigeons went. Once he realized fully that he was purring he stopped and hoped Eve wouldn’t have noticed.
A brown feather fell from the ceiling of the classroom hallways as the winged thief flew overhead. There were hardly any students at the mansion that could fly for long periods of time meaning for the most part he had little to no traffic unlike those who were forced to walk in between classes on the ground. Carrick laughed and tilted his head backwards knowing he had some time before the up and coming wall was before him. Mismatched colored eyes shifted back to the two hall monitors that were trailing behind him one running upside down on the ceiling and the other was weaving in between the student body as they were exiting their classes.
“Get back here bird brain!” the one on the ground call after him, dodging a jock exiting the chem lab. Carrick was notorious for skipping classes and seeing as one of the few people to actually get him to go to his class, Liz his girlfriend or rather ex-girlfriend was no longer at the mansion his motivation for showing up to classes was pretty much non-existent. ”mmmmmm…. Naw!” Carrick called back letting out a quick chirping laugh as he rounded a corner and tilted his wings causing another brown feather to fall out and fall slowly down to the floor.
For the most part the hall monitors avoided dealing with him seeing as they rarely caught him and even when they did if they could bring him to class or detention it was hard to keep Carrick in one place for long normally he just snuck out without much of a word. However Scott, the new captain of the hall monitor squad deemed it his duty to keep kids like Carrick in line. See Scott was a brown noser and no one liked him. Carrick stopped short at another corner and turned and stopped himself by pushing off the wall and flying back they way he came forcing Chad the kid running on the ceiling to fall from trying to avoid getting hit. “Detention!” called Scott as he went to catch Chad before they continued the chase.
”Naw, ain’t fer me!” Carrick said as he rounded the corner he was coming around from wondering why they were so determined to catch him. Honestly the time and resources they were wasting to try and catch him. Carrick of course never verbalized this however seeing as this game of cat and mouse had been the most fun since Liz left, this and the Nore movie marathons.
The one that smelled of fear needed to move, smelling the sudden burst of adrenaline in her made the beast in Carrick uneasy. She didn’t flee like she was supposed to when he roared, she was still keeping him from what was his. His mate was trapped in that ball still and Carrick wanted her back. More red flashed in his vision but didn’t attack him directly so he didn’t pay much mind to it. Pushing his legs down and ready to pounce forward Carrick’s body lurched up and was then brought back down a tugging feeling around his limbs. Carrick didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit.
Shifting his mismatched cat like eyes Carrick let out a snarl and tried pulling his front claws and realized they didn’t move much. The red was holding him back now. Carrick let out a roar and snapped his wings open, one still failed to open all the way due to it being hit from earlier. Pushing and attempting to fight the bonds Carrick started to thrash about his tail whipped widely behind him as he snarled and rolled with no luck then he took his fangs and talons and started to scratch at the bonds that would try to restrain him. He had to get free.
Another handful of birdseed was debated on while he still chewed the first handful listening to Crow talk about his crows, Carrick also started to notice he kept referring to himself as ‘we’ which made Carrick wonder if he was talking to one person or a whole bunch. The more he thought about it the more he got a headache. His mind seemed to adopt a few different traits whenever he shifted like when he shifted into that monster and mauled all those people, that wasn’t something Carrick would normally do.
The talk of Crow’s home in the north was a welcome distraction from the thought of having multiple entities in ones head. If it was so great why did he leave? Carrick was forced to come to New York by his parents they type of people you don’t really argue with. His tail flicked behind him and the cat part of him coxed him into asking a few more questions starting with, ”North America is Canada, and America.” Carrick said in response to the question, ”Pretty much all I know really.” Carrick said with a slight laugh, ”Always liked flying on the coast.” Carrick added off handedly as he scooped another handful and popped some more bird seeds into his mouth.
”If it was so great why didn’t you stay?” Carrick asked having a feeling that he knew the answer, was it possible that Crow was like him. A mutant who didn’t like to be in one place very long? Carrick didn’t count living at the mansion him being in a fixed location, not really New York was big enough for him where there was always something to distract him.
”It ever get to crowded up there?” Carrick asked pointing to his own head, ”You said ‘we’” Carrick commented not really sure or caring if he was offending the crow-covered mutant.
When he took some of the seeds Carrick put a few in his mouth and chewed them quietly for a moment as he thought about some of the things Crow had said. When he finally spoke it was on the topic of his ‘not tattoos’ ”Crows huh?” Carrick said nodding his head while he was looking to see if they continued to move. ”Warm is good.” he nodded again before asking, ”How many are ‘we’, your crows I mean. Sounds like you got a lot of birds.” Carrick made a mental note when in Gryphon form not to eat any crows that he saw.
For the most part pigeons and other birds were usually on the menu when he shifted into his more familiar side the one that he could control. Crows and other larger birds were smart enough to get out of the way when they saw him the ones that didn’t well Carrick usually took that as an insult and ate them the Gryphon was the one that was highest up on the food chain.
”Correct about the northern Ireland bit though.” Carrick said adding with a moth full of bird seed. ”Very green there, nothing like the grey buildings.” his tail flicked behind him some more as he shifted his gaze from the crows on crow to the cold waters below. ”How far north?”
‘We’ Carrick thought about this for a second, was he royalty? Carrick doubted it but there was that fire woman at the mansion who was a duchess or some kind of lady of England. Maybe the guy was in a similar situation? No his clothes didn’t match and he didn’t carry himself like he was royalty. Carrick usually could make out if someone had money this guy didn’t have much, something else they had in common. ”Shit time to show.” Carrick said his tail flicking behind him as he continued to try and make an assessment of the guy.
The next question made Carrick give a genuine laugh a brief one but still a laugh, ”Does it sound like I’m from here?” Carrick asked quickly allowing his accent to be heard, ”From Belfast across the pond.” Carrick waited for a second and walked over to the ledge and took a seat a few inches away from the other mutant.
”Crow? Carrick asked his mismatched color eyes taking another glance at the guy’s tattoos. They looked like birds, must be how he got his name. ”Interesting name.” Carrick said approving of the nickname, the black wings helped the name stick he’d imagine as well. ”Well if we’re going by nicknames, names Gryph.” his bushy tail flicked behind him the way a cats did as it was playing with its food. Of course Carrick didn’t think that Crow was food but his other form apparently wouldn’t mind it.
”They call you crow because of the wings or cause of the tats?” Carrick asked wondering as he added, ”Got one of me own but it is only over me heart.” his legs swayed under him as he reached into his flannel pocket and pulled some bird seed some of the same that Liz had gotten him before she had left. He looked at his handful and offered some up to the fellow winged mutant without putting much thought into it.
Carrick nodded his head that was exactly what he was suggesting. Carrick smirked slightly when Clyde continued to pretend he was all, noble and was above making a quick buck. Kids like that had a tendency to irritate Carrick to no end. Mainly because he never had a chance to do anything other than what he had been doing his whole life. Being in the spotlight had a way of doing that.
”Only illegal if ya get caught eejit.” Carrick said rolling his eyes slightly as he picked up another piece of pizza crust and put it in his mouth only to realize this piece was hard as a rock. ”Booze isn’t for me and they ain’t my friends. Customers really. My friends aren’t really about that life.” Carrick said ignoring the look Clyde was trying to give him. Liz gave the stare down look far better.
The mention of the wallet made Carrick bust out laughing when Clyde said he didn’t take the money. Carrick sadly had a feeling this was true but it didn’t really matter the fact that the incident still upset Clyde was more than entertaining. Once he stopped laughing with the pizza crust in his mouth Carrick pulled it out and over emphasized a wink in his direction, ”What ever you say half-pint, yer secret is safe with me.” the piece for crust was pulled from his mouth and thrown in the direction of the floor on Clyde’s side of the room without much thought.
Once the hand was raised Carrick made an effort to smile. Normally smiles came easy to him but lately he hadn’t been in the best of moods. That chip was still lurking somewhere on his shoulder. ”Better than usual at least!” Carrick said as he flapped his wings a few more times keeping himself still in the air before deciding that he could land next to the darker winged mutant. Curiosity was still keeping him focused for now.
Landing with a small crouch Carrick’s bronzed wings snapped behind him with a quick folding until they were positioned comfortably behind him glad his clothes allowed his wings such movement. His lions tail flicked behind him as he turned to face the guy. ”Never seen you round these parts before.” Carrick said somewhat distant as he looked to see the tattoos on the mutants body. Carrick didn’t say anything but his mismatched eyes said enough for him.
Flashing a smile his elongated canines revealed themselves as Carrick walked over a few more feet towards the guy, ”Whatcher name?”
It was quick, a sudden movement caught the winged teens attention there was someone like him. Well that was pretty much impossible but there was no way there was a bird that size from this distance. No it was much larger and now that he was looking at it. Carrick shifted his wings glided over till he was a good distance closer, that was when he noticed the black wings, far less attractive than his own. It was hard to compete to his golden brown wings. Carrick’s mismatched color eyes shifted from his own wings for a second before shifting them back to the black wings.
Despite the chip on his shoulder and his need to be alone curiosity seemed to get the best of him, was there someone one else similar to him in New York? Maybe he was’t going through the same things Carrick was going through but he would understand being an outcast and constantly stared at. Wings did that. A screech exited Carrick’s mouth similar to one when a hawk or a falcon dives. Instead he was using it like a call to let the other guy know he was coming in.
Carrick dove towards the building his wings closed to his back as he started to gain speed till he was closer then angled his head up and snapped open his wings allowing his body to catch an upwards draft. Feeling the strain on his wings he flapped once and slowed till he was eye level with the black winged mutant.
