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 shook his head, ”The sister school or whatever it is called isn’t that bad actually. School sucks when I actually show but other than that it keeps me entertained for the most part. Lot of people sure but most of them are pretty grand.” Carrick didn’t mention who in particular was grand but there was a little color to his face when he thought about Liz.
Carrick looked away like he always did when he could feel the color to his face. Trying to play it off Carrick shrugged, ”To each their own though.” he looked back to the woman and smiled as their conversation continued.
”Soci-socially a-a-cep-table?” Carrick asked mimicking her only to grin after he finished, ”Mutant or not I’d be the way I am now, even if it isn’t socially acceptable, too boring if you ask me.” the way she said it she made it sound like she was a mutant. Carrick could ask her what she can do but he decided to comment on her name before he asked her anything else.
”Tses? First s is silent…” he paused for a second and made it look like he was thinking hard before asking, ”So like T-e-s-s only not spelled the same?” Carrick asked curiously tilting his head a bit like he always did when he was curious about something.
Carrick’s wings opened slightly behind his back and closed again without Carrick thinking much of it, ”so T s e s,” Carrick said it slowly at first to make sure he didn’t butcher her name while looking at her for any sign that he was messing it up, ”I have wings,” Carrick’s wings opened quickly with a large ‘thwap’ then closed slowly behind him, ”How are you a mutant?”
”….” Carrick paused before shifting his eyes and spoke, ”You sure its not the golden rule you should be quoting? He who has the gold makes the rules…” Carrick paused and gave the woman a fake snarl face sticking out his tongue a bit, ”Yeah, I’ve seen Aladdin before.” It wasn’t cool or manly to admit you watched a Disney movie at least that was what he gathered from his half brother when he talked to women.
”Well that’s good about the noodles, got to enjoy what you do and if you’re an expert. More power too you.” Carrick said without much of a thought as he took another bite of a beef jerky chip. ”I don’t really have to worry about food right now which is nice it is usually there if I need it.” Carrick said shrugging slightly, think if you live there or go to school there meals are included.”[/color] Carrick said rubbing his chin as he thought about his living arrangement.
”Guess the trick to making the rules is not getting caught huh?” Carrick asked figuring he just figured out why there are so few professional criminals. It was easy to pickpocket hustle or steal but the trick was not being seen or caught the main reason Carrick was still doing what he was doing. Sure he had been picked up by the police a few times but it was for skipping school or trying to hustle on the streets and there was that one time he picked a certain cops wallet. Carrick smirked to himself and then looked back to the woman. ”My names Carrick.”
"And while glass sure looks shiny like other slippery surfaces, it has this nasty habit of cutting things."
”Hold the phone… glass can cut?” Carrick asked his mouth opening as he played confused to add to his sarcasm only to have it fade a way before he nodded, ”Sharp as a beach ball you are.” apparently this wasn’t the first time she had some trouble with the police no they way she had said it and was playing down the title of thief. Carrick smirked again and watched her put pressure on her cut in an attempt to stifle the bleeding.
”What did you try pinching?” Carrick asked wondering why the woman was being so truthful she was almost on par with shade when it came to blabbing about their profession. In his case though he was picked by Carrick not that he had much money in his wallet no the job they pulled together did boost his mattress account significantly. Carrick still wasn’t up for being as honest as they both were.
”Robbing the rich to feed the poor?” Carrick asked stepping to the side and nodding to the grocery bag, which had some instant noodles in it. ”I’m a fan of the classic chicken flavor meself.” he said before taking a step back as to not crowd the woman. ”Me, I’m open minded.” Carrick said shrugging his shoulders.
”’ad a run in or two with a peeler round here. If you don’t have anything on ya, aint no problem.” Carrick smirked and raised his hand to act like he was pulling a glove off, ”What’s the saying doesn’t fit must aquit?” Carrick asked rhetorically sticking his hand into his pocket removing more beef jerky.
When she said cop evasion Carrick’s smile couldn’t have been bigger, his elongated canines were showing now and he followed it up with a laugh, ”Failed? Seems like an understatement,” Carrick said eyeing the wound there were stitches but it seemed they weren’t doing exactly what they should have been doing. ”Only had stitches once before, nasty tumble when I first tried to fly.” Carrick said offhandedly as he looked at the rest of the scrapes and scabs.
”Not the first time you took a tumble though is it?” he pointed to another scar then back to the freshest, ”So judging by your cut you wouldn’t recommend sliding on glass?” Carrick asked his sarcastic tone coming in mixing with his Irish accent, ”Some sort of rocket surgeon in your ‘pare time?” Carrick asked tilting his head again to the other side his smile still showing off his pearly whites.
”How do you fail to escape from the peeler’s? They aren’t very fast are they, must have been the ‘slip n’ slide’ slowing ya down huh?” Carrick asked moving closer to the bench as he looked back to the wound. ”Might want to stop the bleeding soon, might pass out.” Carrick said pausing before looking around the park, ”Not one of the best places to sleep either given the location and the weather.”
Carrick looked back to the woman, ”So what did you do to get some coppers after ya? International jewel thief?” Carrick asked looking at the woman who was in his opinion very attractive, nothing like Liz but she was pretty in her own right and Carrick had seen a many of movies where the pretty woman was the jewel thief.
”Coddle!” Carrick said to himself as he flew low over the building seeing the spotlights shift from the sky to the side of the buildings. They were looking for him now or shade either way he had to finish taking the lights out. Another light out and he was gone again three down now four to go then Carrick could move back to the rally point. Seven lights was all he had to do right? There wasn’t going to be much of an opportunity to hit the search lights that were up and moving and the odds of Carrick hitting a flashlight without getting shot or hitting someone were nonexistent.
Despite people yelling and shouting and shooting their flashlights everywhere it still didn’t occur to Carrick that this wasn’t a game. Three lights down four to go Carrick was being more cautious now making sure the spotlights didn’t hit him before he hit the next light. Carrick couldn’t be seen or at least he preferred not to be seen, he had wings and that set him apart from everyone else as it made him easy to identify and according to a few staff members in the mansion and his friend Jorge he was skating on thin ice and Carrick was pretty sure this qualified on breaking the ice.
Too busy to see what was going on in the shadows Carrick waited a few seconds till one of the spot lights passed over the nearest street light before flapping over to it and swing at the glass with a quick strike. There was a popping sound and then the glass shattered. Carrick smirked and looked to the next ones hearing the yells and shouts turn into some screams.
Still oblivious to what was going on below Carrick used the buildings as cover again this time when he made his way to the third to last light he was hit by the spotlight causing him to go blind for a second. Carrick covered his eyes but didn’t move until he heard a series of loud bangs followed by the sound of several things whistle pass him. That was when he finally realized what was happening he was being shot at. Carrick’s first response was to fly away but instead of getting higher the winged mutant dove towards the nearest building they couldn’t shoot what they couldn’t see. ”Da is never gonna believe this because I’ll never tell him ‘bout it…” Carrick said his adrenaline pumping causing everything to slow while he gathered his wits and focused on now two of the seven lights it seemed the gunman accidentally shot one of the street lights. ”Eejits.” Carrick said as he moved to the next street light.
”No, doesn’t seem that way.” Carrick said picking up her own comment that seemed a bit snippy but only to those who weren’t well enough equipped to handle those who were sassy and sarcastic something Carrick was told he was both often. She set down the bag and Carrick took a step to the side and watch her remove a black cloth from her pocket. It wasn’t a bandage but Carrick knew enough to know it would slow if not stop the bleeding long enough for a proper bandage.
Carrick looked down at the scarf his Ma had gotten him for his birthday and nodded his head, ”It’s winter and it is about thirty degrees cooler up there with all the wind.” Carrick said pointing upwards to the sky then to his, ”If you couldn’t tell.” he said adding his own brand of sass by nodding his head once. ”We all can’t be as smart as you.” Carrick said leaning backwards almost out of habit to avoid the phantom swat.
”Oh not all birds go south for the winter, sides I’m more of an angel than anything, and my flock left without me.” Carrick said sarcastically waiting for the woman to remove the bandage so he could see what the wound looked like. Carrick guessed it was a deep cut from something maybe a bicycle tumble that was possible people still rode bikes. ”Extreme cycling?” Carrick asked tilting his head to the side shifting his gaze to the woman while his wings shifted behind him.
It wasn’t often he went out of his way to talk to strangers but seeing as he didn’t feel like going Christmas shopping or thinking about going belatedly to grab some gifts he continued to stare at the woman till she answered a million questions or so, ”What does it look like?”
On the ground or in the air it was cold, even if he was wearing more layers than he normally wore. A scarf a skull cap and three layers of clothing, underwear, thermals and extra T and then his pants and his jacket and contrary to popular belief wings and a tail hole in the winter didn’t keep you warm in fact it was very, very, very cold. Carrick decided it was best to land in the park for a bit instead of flying all the way back to the mansion it was cold and the colder it was the harder it was to get some altitude one of the winged mutants biggest problem with the city.
Trying to warm himself up Carrick walked down the sidewalk in the park with his wings tucked behind him his tail wrapped around his waist under his jacket and his arms folded in his sides while he removed them every now and then to pull some beef jerky from his pocket which was the cause of him being out that and trying to find two belated Christmas gifts for too pretty important women. First being his Ma, who was back home calling him every night for the past two weeks trying to get him to come home for the holidays even if Christmas already passed. The second was for Liz who was well… Carrick’s face turned red slightly and he forced his hand into his pocket to remove more jerky.
Carrick continued to walk the sidewalk avoiding the occasional pedestrian and only interacting when someone bumped into him. Maybe it wasn’t the most productive interactions but Carrick hated being ignored and when he spoke he made sure everyone was paying attention to his Irish potty mouth.
A few minutes passed and Carrick found himself staring at a woman who was clearly bleeding through her bandages on a park bench. ”No doctor or nothing but I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to unwrap that if it is bleeding.” he looked from her injury to the groceries and then back to the woman, ”Looks like it hurts doesn’t it?” he asked himself walking closer to the woman and eyed the bandage, ”Nasty spill was it?” Carrick asked his mismatched color eyes looking curiously at the bandage while he was using his peripherals to see what was in the bag of groceries.
It wasn’t that he was going to steal from an injured woman it was just that he was doing what he always did when he was bored or trying to find something else to do than be productive.
Carrick looked at shade and nodded his head, ”Hell Yeah! For…” Carrick paused and lowered his voice some more so he wasn’t talking loudly, ”The amount of money that we are about to pick up from here… You best know not to double cross an angel ya bowsie. We have a tendency to avenge.” Carrick said unbuttoning his first hatchet at his waste towards the head that was now visible from the darkness after the lighter was lit.
Carrick smirked revealing his elongated canines ”Shade huh? Figured you were gonna be as useful as tits on a bull… but I see that isn’t the case…” Carrick knocked one of the hatchets free and hefted it upward and rested it on his shoulder with the blade side in the air. ”Last question before we go, where we going to meet?” Carrick asked seeing as that this was his last concern before taking off.
Opening his wings Carrick flapped them once and lifted into the air, ”I’ll get started then ya? Just make sure no one gets a jump on me and this will go off without a bang nice and quite.” Carrick said as he lifted himself into the air away from the street they were targeting so no one could see a giant wingspan carrying a boy towards some lights that just happened to go out. The less people knew he was involved the better and as of right now the only one that knows he was there and involved was shade.
Once in the air Carrick turned south towards the third furthest light, there were seven lights total preventing him and Shade from a large sum of money, With a quick swoop and a clash of broken glass Carrick took number three out before swooping back up and using the buildings as cover to hide himself. Light number six was his next target as his hand tightened around the rubber gripping of the hatchet. Mid flight Carrick realized how convenient a slingshot would have been opposed to the hatchets. Lesson learned.
Once they parted Carrick had a slightly sour taste in his mouth the kind he got when he was going to do something he shouldn’t and knew what his mother would say. She’d ground him for a year if she knew what Carrick was thinking about doing but his Da? His Da was the reason he was doing this how many times did his Da put him to bed with a story like this one. A classic robin hood story only they planned on keeping it instead of giving it to the poor, Carrick thought to himself on the flight home that maybe, just maybe he should give some of the money back. After all it was a lot of money even split two ways.
A few hours passed and Carrick decided on two very sharp hatchets as his sharp tools to use. It wasn’t like he was skilled in much else. He could swing them and with the downward pull of gravity they’d be heavy enough to do some damage. He wasn’t super strong or skilled with a sword like Koga so this was his best bet. They were sharp, deadly sharp he had one of the older students sharpen it with his mutation making it razor sharp.
Soon it was the next day and time for the job very carefully Carrick put the hatchets in their leather sheaths on his belt where they snuggly sat and refused to move until he’d release them for work. Again he wasn’t skilled with them so instead of drawing attention to him by walking out of the mansion he just jumped from his window and flew off in the direction Shade said the building was.
Mentally kicking himself for not checking it out earlier Carrick was at least a little thankful when he left the mansion it was still light out. When he got there Carrick realized that Shade drastically undersold the situation. There were a few people roaming the alley ways walking back and forth making it clear they were on guard and for the lights? There were more than Carrick thought there would be. ”This is all Arseways…” Carrick said to himself as he flew high over head with a pair of binoculars.
Carrick cursed more to himself and flew towards the meeting location to look for the ape who was getting him in way over his head. ”Shade? Ya eejit you didn’t say their were going to be this many lights.” it didn’t mean Carrick was poultry he’d still do it he was just not a fan of surprises such a this. ”Where are ya?” Carrick asked looking around the roof top.
She wanted to go with him but she had to change first at least that was what Carrick had got out of her overly dramatized response. Was she having a go at him? No Carrick doubted Liz would be the type to make fun of someone for being nervous especially him for indeed he was nervous. His faced made it more apparent when she gave the turn around motion and he did without a second thought. Spinning on his heels and opening his wings Carrick wrapped them forward covering his face so even if there was a reflective surface Carrick wouldn’t be able to see anything Liz was doing. If she was adding close or subtracting them he’d… Carrick’s face felt warm and he closed his eyes shaking the thoughts from his mind.
Carrick turned when she said she was ready and his wings folded back behind him to reveal a smirk across his face. She was wearing her winter getup which Carrick of course thought brought out her facial features and hair seeing as they were the only things that weren’t covered by layers of clothing. ”Well let me be the first to welcome you back to Carrick express.” while he was talking he was walking back over to the window. With a quick shrug Carrick lifted the window and the cold breeze started to poor into the room lifting the curtain she had used to try and block the cold.
With a quick hop and a very graceful exit Carrick was level with the window his wings flapping behind him keeping him a float. Moving towards the window Carrick extended a hand out towards Liz so she had something to grab on to when she jumped. It wasn’t like he was going to let her fall it just seemed like something he should do. ”FYI there won’t be an in flight move we won’t be airborne for the entire night. Just a few minutes is all.” Carrick said with a sly grin.
Carrick stared at the man called shade for a second and then shrugged his shoulders. Shade could be about as intelligent as he was a thief, then again he wouldn’t be here talking Carrick if he were that bad. Maybe a poor life choice? Carrick didn’t contemplate too much on the thoughts as he pushed himself upright and hopped down from the ledge landing on all fours then straightening up right.
”Sharp huh?” Carrick said mimicking Shade’s answer, didn’t give him a lot of options a screw driver or the back of a hammer, either way there would be some noise from the shattering of a light bulb or the possibility of a Carrick falling out of the sky do to a freak occurrence with the electricity from the lighting. Carrick brushed off his pants and pulled another stick of beef jerky from his pocket and took a bite of it deciding to himself that a rubber handle would be best just to be safe he didn’t get electrocuted yet and he didn’t plan on it now.
Shade took a step forward and Carrick did the same slowly moving towards the note that had the addresses information on it. ”I might fly by there tonight for a moment…” Carrick said more to himself but loud enough for Shade to hear, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust him… okay Carrick didn’t trust him. ”No one will see me unless they can see through buildings.” Carrick said swiping the address from the man before he could try to do anything funny. Even if Shade said he was going to need Carrick’s help Carrick did steal from him first so of course he was going to be suspicious.
”No other questions from me. Other than the time.” Carrick said hopping back a few feet almost floating on the ground thanks to the use of his wings.
Guns, something his Da wouldn’t be happy about if he found out but it didn’t matter if they couldn’t see what they were shooting at so there was that which in Carrick’s opinion made their guns next to useless. That was if Shade said was true Carrick would defiantly have to see what was their line of sight and the kind of guns they had Carrick didn’t know much about guns other than from video games and the occasional trap shooting his Da took him to do but other than that if the gun was big odds are it was dangerous.
The more Shade talked about the job the more and more it was sounding half-baked. Twenty men against both of them and Carrick still had no idea what Shade could do other than work in the dark. Useless. Carrick thought even if he did take out the lighting odds of them not having flashlights were slim to none. Carrick had seen the movies flashlights are in the evil guys utility belts.
”Sounds a bit shady, Shade.” Carrick said with a smirk, ”If there is twenty guarding the drop why not grab the money before it gets there, I may look small but I can flip a car no problem while flying.” Carrick said not including the fact that he had to be shifted to do it. If shade wasn’t going to put his cards on the table why would he? ”Got a good way to cut the lighting systems or should I just take a rubber mallet and smash about?” Carrick asked sarcastically hoping that wasn’t the answer Shade wanted to hear.
”Guess it sounds like it is do able, tell me what I need and where to meet you.” Carrick said hesitating for a second not sure if he should really fully trust the self-proclamied mutant ‘shade’.
Carrick was slightly disappointed in Nico’s response to him after all that time saying coddle, caffer or arse around him all he did was get the evil eye from him, lame. A second passed and he was facing Liz again and she responding to him laying on her bed leaning on her elbows. His face started to become red and he was vaguely reminded of a story he over heard his brother telling his da one time while they were drinking a beer, he was talking about this girl he met the way she laid on her bed. Granted when Carrick heard the story he understood about half of was said but that didn’t matter he suddenly had an idea on what had happened.
Looking form Liz back to the curtain Carrick shrugged, ”Got a few ideas, but the one I’m thinking your gonna ‘ave to dress a bit warmer. Chilly out and all that.” he stepped towards the window and was tempted to throw back the curtains, ”What ya say? Up for going out tonight with me? Not exactly sure when we’ll be back.” Carrick said deciding best not to open the curtain but rather walk back towards Nico where he shifted his attention from the bird whose back was facing him to Liz who was still sprawled on the bed.
”Suggest a few layers, we will be outside.” Carrick added as he did his best not to stare at the blonde who was on her bed. The bed however Carrick kept looking at and he felt the butterflies start to shake his stomach. ”and it will be awesome but I think that is all I should tell you other wise it won’t be a good surprise.” Carrick said trying his best to surprise Liz by doing something she loved to do. After all how many Liz’s did he know at the mansion. There was a few but how many hung around the bird boy and liked to skate?
Carrick took a few steps towards the door, ”You up for some Carrick style fun?” he asked hoping he knew the answer.
Carrick listened as the man who called himself Shade explained the situation very poorly; they split the money right down the middle. Something Carrick was very suspicious about it wouldn’t be difficult for a situation like this to end poorly. He needed a distraction but from what or who? Distraction he could do but Carrick wasn’t sure he should help someone who was planning on stealing such a large sum of money. What was his dad do?
”…. I’m in.” Carrick said knowing his father would have had agreed to it when he was Carrick’s age. In fact Carrick was sure his da had done something like this several times. Though at the time his dad could throw a car for a distraction Carrick was up close and personal which put him a greater disadvantage which only meant he had to be smarter.
Book smarts Carrick didn’t have but he was very familiar with street smarts and he started to run a few questions in his head and even fewer he verbalized. ”They have eyes anywhere near there? Also safe to assume there will be someone one with a gun right? You know how many people are going to be dropping the money off?” Carrick paused for a second before adding, ”Shade? You can call me Griff.” Carrick said giving ‘Shade’ a fake name. If things did go south and shade or someone tried to find him, Carrick was pretty sure Griff was a far more common name in the states than Carrick.
”What can you do and what is the catch?” Carrick asked curiously hoping that even though it seemed like a dangerous situation it was more fun than danger. Whoever they were about to steal from Carrick found it off putting that they already knew that Shade was on to them which meant he was a worst thief than Carrick originally thought.
”Guess I could stop in for a few minutes.” said Carrick having a feeling that she’d ask him to come in anyways. It was cold and on a cold night like this it was best to be held up in a warm room with tons of blankets and hot coco oh how Carrick was a fan of the hot chocolate. Once she was out of the way Carrick’s hand reached out to the window ledge and grabbed hold as his wings folded to his back with a very ungraceful motion Carrick managed a half somersault into her room.
Sitting on the floor next to the window Carrick smirked and then pulled himself upright to re-examine her room. He had been in her room before and not much as changed even with her move. Carrick was about to ask her to go out with him however he felt his tongue swell up the second the butterflies started flapping about. ”Roomislean!” Carrick blurted out before realizing what he said.
Balling up his hands he hit his head a few times softly, ”Sorry must have been colder than I thought froze me arse off. Meant to say your room looks clean.” ‘That sounds much better’ thought Carrick attempting to build up the small talk before he asked her out on a not-a-date. A grey figure was nestled under his own wing above Liz’s dresser. ”Ohi, Nico!” Carrick said waving to the bird not caring that it was probably sleeping peacefully. Carrick wanted to see if he started spouting off some of the words he had attempted to teach him.
”So… Liz… Carrick said taking a few steps closer to her and Nico before he plucked up the courage to see what she had planned for the night hoping she didn’t have anything set in stone if not he’d try later in the week. ”Y-You don’t have plans or nothing tonight do you?” he asked trying to sound like his usual self ignoring the butterflies for a the moment. ”Super bored and I thought it be fun to do something.”
