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?
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His knees locked under the armpits of the man he landed on. Not-jakes crewman knew it was coming. His hands went into a defensive position as Carrick started to wail on him. Typically Carrick stayed away from the face, mainly because he hated when people hit his. Like they did.
They had it coming. Carrick might have as well but that was beside the point.
His ears flicked at the sound of a gun clicking. ”A gun!?! In a street fight?!?” No, these guys deserved the worst beating. There were rules in a shakedown and revenge and they weren’t following the rules. They would have fit right in with his Da’s crew across the pond.
”Kimmie, duck!” Carrick warned before grabbing a knife that was on the ground and throwing it into the shoulder of the gunman. They had a knife in this too? Whatever happened to bare knuckle beatings to send a message? The would be gunman reeled backwards from the impact and fired upward as he tried to access the damage.
Carrick’s hands shot up to his ears and he let out a roar. ”Owww! Too loud!”
Zek was bleeding, his clothes damaged and his expression cold. Was... was he going to see Zek pissed? They had been shot at, stabbed at, and even had a Merman try to eat them. Never before had Carrick seen his friend look the way he looked now. Red eye and his neck backwards wielding bat and chain.
The shifters tail flicked behind him curiously. He almost forgot how upset he was. Almost. A low growl added to the challenge. Carrick crouched slightly and started circling the pair. It might have been less intimidating with the top hat but Carrick was determined to make it work.
The ground was heavy to leave with each step that was until his circling got him out of the gaze of the one who had the top hat before Carrick took it. His movement quickened as he was looking at the man’s back and the front of his partner. ‘fight’
Carrick waved to the bartender when Jonas made true his original offer and said they were going to sit by the fire. Carrick looked between the two and decided to tag along. If only for the possibility of another free round. The shifter looked to his phone and the time and then smirked. No missed calls or messages. Meaning the princess was asleep or doing her own thing. Either way Carrick had nothing but time.
The shifter shook his head, ”Nah, blocked the night out fer this place. Just ta get me tail through the door. Short night sure, but all work and no play makes this Irishman grumpy.” his tail swayed behind him at the mention of it. Turning to Cesca, ”Never down play backup, helps me keep pace sometimes.” he flashed his teeth in a grin.
”Fires always sound lovely.” Carrick agreed waiting for his drink. If he played his cards right he’d be drinking free for most of the night, like a true entertainer. ”Won’t cramp yer style too long, I’ll be heading that way anyways.” he hated stairs as much as elevators.
Once his drink arrived Carrick strolled towards the patio and held the door open for both of them.
The shifter tried to ignore the exchange of words between the patrons and their respected parties. All except for Jonas and the manager. The shifter’s grin got bigger and bigger revealing his pointed canines all while trying to stay focused. It was a good thing he was so good at multi-tasking. After going airborne for a moment Carrick touched back down and finished the song then jumped into another.
‘Fade to black’ by the Dire Straits. This one was a bit slower it sounded better if someone was playing backup on the piano or bass but he was still trying to find that ‘atmosphere’ wondering if he was going the right way on the spectrum. His tail swayed behind him occasionally rising and smacking the side of his guitar for a ‘thump’.
Pointed ears picked up on Cesca’s comment and he couldn’t help but chuckle in agreement when he wasn’t singing. All in all he was having a good time. Even if it wasn’t the best gig he played the thief knew how to let it roll off. This wasn’t his normal venue and well if the manager had anything to say about it, it might be his last at the establishment which was fine. Carrick was fine going out with a bang.
After the third song Carrick took a bow seeing the next performers ready themselves to take over. ”Alright all, that’s gonna be it fer me! Been a lovely crowd, now that yer ears are all warmed up the main act can begin!” he held his guitar off to the side and mocked a low bow showing off his wings and tail before up righting himself and grabbing what was left of his drink. High-fiving the other players on his way off the ‘stage’.
Once he was off stage he slung the guitar over his back tucking it between his wings and rejoining the happy ‘couple’ for the rest of his promised drinks. ”He is a prick isn’t he?” Carrick laughed. He pointed to his pointed ears, ”Heard all ya said and thanks.” he gave them both a nod and a smile.
”Maybe, but I only need it fer instruments and clothes.” the shifter thumbed his wings and turned towards them. ”Everything’s custom not one company has me wing measurements.” he said joking like it was something common on clothing. His tail flicked behind him playfully towards Cesca and Jonas.
The thief turned back and sipped his pint. They were flirting, cute. Carrick watched some of the exchange between the two and wished he had some popcorn. The shifter was here for it. In fact he loved playing wing-man. Good thing he had two.
>>> “You actually old enough to be drinking state-side, eh?”
Carrick was once. Then he de-aged. Good thing he kept his license from before the age change most people didn’t check for that. However, Carrick being Carrick looked over to Cesca then back to Jonas, ”She looks old enough ta be here.” knowing full well that wasn’t what he asked.
”S***, I’ll have ta come back fer those two drinks. See ya after.” grabbing his half drunken pint he sauntered back to the stage and waved to the manager whose hands were on their hips clearly irritated.
”Sorry about that ladies and gents, just met me new favorite couple and lost track of time.” he lifted his drink towards them sipped and set it down. Plopping back onto the stool he spoke into the mic, ”Let’s see here...”
The shifter studied his hand placement for a second before deciding what to play next. His tail reached around and started drumming again to give him a beat before jumping into an acoustical version of “Hotel California”. The song was how he felt with working with grumpy managers.
His teeth flashed in another smile showing off his pointed canines some people found the smile threating, but they were the people Carrick didn’t like hanging around. He was a mutant and there were far too many differences between him and the normies. Which was why he liked to stand out.
”Awww, mate... too kind and no worries. I’m an Irishman and an angel. There will be other gigs. St. Patty's is coming up. They fight fer me and a few of me friends ta show up and play. Could get by with that fer most of the year.” the shifter chuckled, ”Long as me guitar doesn’t see another accident.”
”Jonas, I think she could hear you.” the shifter said in the same ‘whisper’ as Jonas just less of an accent. Maybe he knew Mike? That was something right? All people from the south knew each other.
”She seems the type... no fake watches here.” his nose picked up on an intense scent of citrus when he focused on it. The shifter looked to the bar and saw the bartender slicing a lemon and didn’t think anything of it.
Mismatched colored eyes focused back to Cesca and smiled when she offered to buy the next round for him. Another makeshift bow showing off his wings and tail again, ”Careful many a song was written fer buying a round fer an Irishman!” taking a swig of his first pint. ”Thank you Cesca, I’ll take ya up on that.”
The gold vanished when he spoke but occasionally popped back up again. It wasn’t obvious but his eyes focused on the precious metal before shifting his attention everywhere else. ”Don’t no. This is the opening innit?” Carrick smirked eyeing his drinks as the bartender approched.
”Hope so, seems like a nice enough place. Imagine the manager and I will have some words though.” the shifter said as a matter of fact waving to the man who looked flustered when he wasn’t moving about the room checking in with the patrons. The wings shifted as he waved drawing some attention from the others in the room.
Turning his eyes back to the woman he mocked a bow, not one he did when he was addressing the princess but one that was a little less... smug. ”Thanks love, though ya haven’t seen much yet. Just getting started.
The bushy tail swayed behind him, ”Love to add a bit more ta the atmosphere but the manger is a bit stuffy. He wanted a set list, couldn’t even tell me what the atmosphere was here.” he clicked his tongue and reached for the shot.
”More fake Rolexes than I thought.” knocking back the shot he reached for the pint next. ”But this is the kitchen.” taking a sip of the pint next ”You two are?”
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The rhythmic bat of his tail continued until he was finished with the song. Mismatched colored eyes shifted from the instrument and his hands to the crowd that had entered to gauge a response. That usually dictated if he continued with the sound he just played or change directions.
The song was a few minutes long, that was good to know as it was the first time he had played it. Set list. Carrick cracked up at the words again and gave a wave to the crowd before taking a slight bow showing off more of his wings and tail again for added flare. There weren’t too many performers like him, that was part of the show. ”Ladies n’ gents if ya give me minutes and I’ll be right back.”
Usually he’d play two or three songs before taking a smoke or a pint break. This time was different however as the manager was bugging him with a ‘more’ gesture. Not knowing if he liked it or not Carrick set his guitar next to the stool he ha ignored during the performance and headed to the bar smiling whenever someone made eye contact. It was more of an upscale place, meaning the trust fund kids hardly paid him any mind. Not like they understood music.
When he got to the bar he smiled, ”Aye friend! Pint of the dark stuff and a shot of the whiskey.” he didn’t get a chance to get either before the show. The bartender nodded and started to gather the drinks. His tail flicked behind him as his eyes shifted from Rolexes to fancy earrings. That was when he saw some gold in a smile. It wasn’t much but he was part bird, shinies.
”Evening! Enjoying the performance so far?” Carrick asked the two who seemed far more welcoming than anyone else there.
“You don’t have a set list?” Carrick shrugged at the question. It was a legit one but he had never played at this location before. It was a newer bar, a bit nicer than the dives he usually played at. This would be a place the princess would drag him too after arguing with him till he put on a nice pair of jeans. Which was why it was clear he was a little uncomfortable.
Acoustic, this was the atmosphere. It was relaxed and there was a piano nearby which told him easy listening would be the best kind of music. “How do you not have a set list?” one blue eye and one green eye fixed on the manager who seemed far too frantic for the night. ”Mate, how do you not know how to describe yer atmosphere. You just said not a dive.” in fairness it was not. It would have been fine. His instrument was tuned and music was one of the few areas where he confident in. Too bad they did not hand out a GED for music. Stupid tests.
The newest guitar to his collection was removed carefully, no one would have been able to tell his last one was broken due to another bar fight. That was what you got for hanging out with Zek though. Chaos.
The elevator doors opened as more people exited the elevator, he shuddered at the thought of being trapped in the metal death trap in fact all of his golden brown feathers frilled out for a moment before he regained his composure. ”Evening all, welcome to the nicest joint in Hell’s kitchen. I’m Carrick O’Conner and this... is music.” he gave a wink to the manager who smacked their forehead.
Who needed a set list?
His fingers started running up and down the guitar as he plucked a few strings till an easy listening melody started to surround the rooftop. His bushy tail smacked the side of his guitar giving it a drumming sound as he continued to play. This was where he excelled.
The shifter scoffed at the princess, ”Not a holiday? Love, We’re in Atlantis, ya told me some stories about this place before and I know ya have beaches.” he smirked looking to the wall she had pointed out.
The gems glinted and beckoned the shifter. His tail flicked behind him revealing far too much of what he was thinking. There were guards everywhere, there was the X-men here and a few teachers from the school he recently graduated from. Not to mention the issue if the moms found out.
”Me? Wouldn’t dream of it!” he lied and turned away from the gems and towards the princess, ”Already got the most valuable thing from this place.” with a wink he continued along next to the princess.
The further they descended the less he thought about going into a hole leading to a small room where he’d be stuck. Carrick hated going underground, he hate small places more. Usually this would force the Irishman to talk a lot followed by panic attacks, however this was not like all the other times. Thank you Miss Grey-Morris.
>>>"Your time abroad appears to have done you some good, cousin,"
Carrick waited a second before responding.
>>>"Yeah, she isn't totally insufferable anymore."
Maybe no one else heard the comment or if they did they decided not to comment but it caused Carrick to laugh, ”At least someone appreciates my hard work.” to the queen with a bow. The cyclops behind the queen stared daggers at him. A twinge of fear crept back into the back of Carrick’s mind before asking Sam, ”You two related?” before continuing down.
In the back Sam chuckled to himself glad he wasn’t the one talking. He would have used a different set of words. In fact the same words could have been said about Carrick. The icemancer kept his thoughts to himself ignoring the look the cyclopian guard was giving him.
”Smells musty.” Carrick whispered to the Princess as they finally passed the archway into the large chamber. His eyes adjusted quickly and he started to study the lost treasures and books that littered the room with rocks and debris.
>>>>”To keep them in such an environment, I mean. Terrible.”
”Must be the racier stuff.” Carrick commented without much thought. The shifter knew what this place was, one of his other forms engaged in the practice of it as well. It was a hoard. Suddenly he wanted to steal one of the books.
”You’re up bookworm.” Sam said out loud to Liz, glad she was there to sift through the stuff that would have been useful and not.
>>>"What is it?"
Making sure he was out of swinging distance from the Mirror walker and the Icemancer he answered, ”Obviously it’s a rock.” his tail swayed behind him as he looked up debating if he should stretch his wings.
Not with the group he was traveling with but in the Palace of Atlantis. Two of the people he was happy were on the trip everyone else was either ‘meh’ or ‘why is she here?’. Thankfully most of his anxieties about being around Lizzy and traveling in a flying death can were negated with a little help from his former English teacher who was now a witch. She fell into the ‘meh’ category. Her spell was a touch of convenance.
”Ya sure ya want to go back to the mansion?” Carrick asked the Princess who he was standing next to as they walked. Still purposly unaware that they were here on a fact finding mission. Carrick’s sunglasses rested atop his head which was on a swivel. Everything was distracting and shiny. ”Place doesn’t seem so bad.” he said aware of the situation they were both in.
She a princess who was an ambassador and he a Carrick who was well, him. ”Should I say something to her? Maybe a ‘thank you’?” he asked gesturing to the Queen who was leading them.
”Oh Praxi’s doing so great!” he said smirking and giving her a thumbs up even if she didn’t see it. ”So nice of them ta invite us along.” he said with delight. His tail swung freely behind him as he shifted his wings to look out the window to the ocean. His mood was ‘vacation’ and he wouldn’t let anyone ruin it.
Shifting the guitar and backpack he meandered to the nearest statue. Still purposely oblivious to why they were here.
This was a fear of his, what was the point of being blessed with beautiful and majestic wings if they were just for show. The roof came up fast, the ball of light zoomed passed him and vanished before his eyes. ”Me! Throw it at me!” he shouted adding falling to his greatest list of fears right next to enclosed spaces. It reminded him how he learned he could fly. Parents.
Carrick looked up instead of down. He didn’t want to see the bones that would more than likely shoot out from his flesh. He’d heal, he was immortal after all but the pain was still very much real. His wings flapped a few more times trying to catch any gust of wind. Nothing. His eyes shut then opened again after he should have impacted with the roof.
”**** me.” was all he could manage after a sigh of relief. His wings caught something and he pulled downward as hard as he could. It was brighter now meaning he was in Zek’s world.
”**** yeah! Good on ya! Nice catch!” his wings opened and Carrick glided down looking back up to the portal. Building up speed he shot back through this time planning on having the air taken from him again. He only built up enough speed to exit the portal and land on his feet.
‘Fight!’ his adrenaline was pumping, his eyes were now cat like slits as a few more of his features looked a bit more feline.
”Ya either get yer ***es kicked by me or by me beasty. Either way you pick!” he said while his chest rumbled out with a growl.
”Zekky no time fer a nap!” he said noticing his friend on the ground.
Ignoring the negative reviews (his airline had survived several poor reviews and people kept flying with him) and the physical comedy from his friend (he’d laugh about it later). Carrick focused on the pair below him who walked out into view from some ventilation ducts unphased by the fact that their hiding place was discovered.
”Maybe ya need a reminder of the beating ya just got.” Carrick said puffing out his chest and tilting his hat forward. Okay, so it was less of a beating and more of a lucky shot but Carrick continued, ”Ya took our pants and shirts. I happen to have a lot of things in there that I’d like back. Ya know how hard it is to stitch holes fer wings and me tail?” he said lamenting over the effort to make stitches look halfway decent.
”And me friend here would like ta get back his coat as well. Peanut butter n’ All.” he waited for Zek to chime in for a second before there was a sudden shift in the air around him.
The wind literally left his wings and he flapped harder trying to catch some air instinctively but felt nothing his battle with gravity finally tipped in gravity’s favor. ”Ball!” Carrick shouted to Zek hoping he’d catch the message. He was twenty feet over the building everyone was on now. If he wasn’t balled it would have hurt a lot.
The staff mentioned brought his attention back to both devices, wondering if they were part of a set again. They had to be. They were too cool not to be. He’d get his hands on both of them and whatever else was part of the magic set.
”Not a blood hound! I can’t just....” there was a gust of wind and suddenly he picked up on the scent of fear and confusion. His pupils turned to slits as a result as he adjusted his vision of the night once again. The lights were making it a bit more difficult to focus over longer distances.
”.... Alright so they smell. Bad and well... one of ‘em might have pissed himself a bit.” they were scary. His chest puffed out a bit from the comment as if he was proud of scaring these guys. His stomach growled at the sight of the food materializing from the portal and then he remembered how sick he used to get when he lived at the circus. Maybe he needed a sip from his flask to hold him till...
”Me flask! They have me flask! It was a gift!” tucking the hat a bit lower on his head he dove off cursing, ”****ing cheeky ****s.” in the back of his mind his beast side was shouting frustrated someone was willing to steal something of his.
They weren’t moving fast, they were trying to hide more. Not sure if their pursuers were still chasing them or not. It was only a few buildings over and Carrick lowered wielding his new hat something he figured gave him a bit more flare in the night skyline. ”Ya have something that belongs to me!”
”Right!?!” he retorted quickly his hand still pulling the scarf. Each color led to the next and then back again. This was better than the disco staff. Even if it could make a smokescreen for a show. ”Ya think this thing can make a smokescreen like the staff?” he asked with childlike wonder and grinning from ear to ear. There had to be a rabbit in here at least.
”I know, still nice ta hear it every now and then.” he smirked still pulling on the scarfs. By now there was a large pile of multicolored fabric at his feet but he didn’t seem the need to slow down. Not yet. He had to see if there was an end.
”I mean, we could.” he said thinking little of doing what they were discussing being far too distracted with the magical whimsy. He did need pants if he was going to see Amythest later. She preferred him to look his best and Carrick wasn’t sure he could pull off a hat like this without pants. Unless... there were pants in the hat.
His pulling slowed down, not from the discussion of jewels. He had the best one out there already. Something he couldn’t remember if he discussed with his partner in crime but that was a conversation for another time. ”Magical items?” like the hat and disco staff? Could he complete an entire wardrobe? Were magical pants a thing?
”Ya had me at magic, friend.” Carrick said leaning over and scooping all the scarfs he had pulled into the hat. It didn’t seem like they would all fit at first but with a little elbow grease and some shaking of the hat everything disappeared. Flipping the hat in his hand and catching it behind his hat he brandished the accessory and placed it on his head.
”Let’s shake’em down!” in the back of his mind ‘Fight!’
