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.
Zek vanished and returned shortly after portaling away with the means to remove the smoke. Carrick opened his wings all the way in hops to get his wings from not stinking of the smoke. He didn’t want to shower again today. Even if the princess was going to request it. He would be a fool not to.
”I can find another pair of pants...” his eyes still focused on the hat and the fact that his accomplice was in possession of it. Would he steal from Zek? Better question... when?
Once the hat was tossed Carrick stopped staring wide eye in Zek’s direction and focused all his attention on the hat that was now in his hands. ”All me life.... I dreamed of finding one of these and then stealing it because it’s a waste of money.” his dirtied hands brushed the brim of the hat and then reached inside.
”Please be a rabbit... please be a rabbit” the shifter felt something soft and almost started to cry as he grabbed on to the fluff. Looking down his hand pulled out a kerchief... followed by another and another.
”No rabbit!?!” looking up and still pulling the fabric ”What for, we got the hat and established our turf. Why not just tell them ta give it back?” Carrick asked still focused on the never ending scarf.
Knuckles covered in blood he watched in horror as Zek took the hat. The shifters shoulders slumped. ”Awww, come on! I called it!” he knew he’d get it back at some point or Zek would end up getting bored of it. Either way he watched his new renamed hat release a rat with wings followed by two smoke bombs.
”What! Nu-uh!” it was better than anything he kept in his pockets. It was... it was cooler than the disco stick. Such a thing seemed impossible but it was looking him in the face. A true magician’s hat.
It would be he his!
Smoke filled his lungs, covering his face and flapping a few times to break up the air he felt the former top-hat wearer slip out of his hands. Which was fine, because Carrick was more worried about why his feet were slipping out from under himself.
”That’s right! Better run! If ya need a reminder of whose in charge around here feel free to check back in with us! The true kings of New York City!” it would have been more intimidating if Carrick could stand in one place.
His feet slipped again, ”What else does the hat do!?! Gimmie!”
Carrick repeated the string of Japanese words that the Kim had said. One so he could memorize the words and repeat them back at a later time and two to repeat in front of Himari so she could translate for him. She never taught him the fun words! After landing the knee to the face Carrick snapped his wings opened flapped once and turned lifting the man off the ground and throwing him. Distractions were key in his fighting style or it was keep getting hit till they tired themselves out.
Digging deep and exhaling his breath in a Lion’s roar he landed lightly on the balls of his feet. ”Ya made several mistakes today!” his facial features changed slightly his eyes turned to cat like slits and his fangs bared. ”Tell Sara, I’m sorry and that I’m happily in a committed relationship!” the princess was leagues above Sara. No offense to Sara, whom the shifter barely remembered but it was Amythest. She was leagues above everyone.
With his back turned he didn’t see the next attack but offered up a ”Oooooo she hits harder!” after Kim attacked the other attacker. ‘Dodge!’ his instincts told him and dodge he did. Carrick leaned forward into a somersault and then leapt towards the wall turning in midair and then kicking off of it. Flapping his wings twice propelling him forward into another man who was with not-jake.
Carrick was a performer, an acrobat of sorts and this was obvious to the way he moved. He even threw his hands up after he tackled him to the ground as if he just dismounted from a high beam.
It was a bright light then a red light and Carrick swung with all his might. His foot popped up in the air trailing behind him as he flapped his wings pushing himself forward following the punch. It was a ‘stupid’ punch. At least he had heard that a dozen times from the Texan Ranger, his ‘supervisor’ from S.U.P.E.R. he also called it highly impractical because it left the shifter so open for attacks. However, Carrick was an immortal and didn’t see the issue. It looked cool and if it landed it... it realllllly landed.
”Hawk PUNCH!” Carrick shouted as he launched forward his fist impacting on the jaw of the man who was now hatless. The hat flew off to the side as Carrick and the thief formally known as top hat moved forward (or backward) a few feet.
Carrick didn’t stop, after the punch landed the shifter threw another and then another. ‘Top Hat’ took each punch then fell to the ground only to be pinned by Carrick. Locking his knees around him his tail thrashed wildly as he struck the man again. Followed by a roar.
It was a territorial thing and both forms echoed their feelings in the back of his mind. ‘Fight!’ ‘Kill’ ‘We are Alpha!’ two of the three he gave any merit. There was a tooth next to ‘Top Hats’ face which was now bloodied.
”**** off! Our turf! You work fer us now or can **** off!” Carrick turned and pointed to the other whose jaw was still opened from the attack. The stained sheet landed on him and he scrambled to break free.
”Ah yes! My assistant!” Carrick said as he nodded his head to Zek who appeared on the roof glowing orb and all. ”Just THE magic trick.” he said trying to get Zek to play along. ”Our new subordinates, were just about to see it.” his wings still kept him aloft only moving a little closer when the pair turned to Zek.
”Nothing behind the sheet?” “Woss 'e doin' wiv that stained sheet, isit? Don't cop it.” Carrick stopped and looked from one guy to the other waiting for a translation. The shifter had a hard time understanding the accent. Even if it was one he ran into several times as a kid. “Why is the sheet stained?” the other asked.
”Part of the trick! Good showmen never reveals his secrets eh?” Carrick quipped as he turned towards Zek and waited for him to look. ”It’s part of me magical disappearing trick!” Carrick was looking to get balled and vanished.
“'e were just tryin' ter fight us and is now showin' us a magic trick, isit?” the other held his hand up curious to see.” one said to the other “I’m curious now.” both of them pushed each other a little and Carrick hefted the sheet overhead. Thankfully there wasn’t too much wind that night or the stained sheet would have blown away. It however slowly dropped overhead as Carrick flew over it towards Zek waiting for the ball of light to launch his way.
Carrick threw a fist midair hoping if Zek picked up on it he’d be throwing a punch at someone as he reappeared. If not Carrick was just distracting them with his act.
”Allegedly.” Carrick corrected at the end of her summary and shoving a little more food into his mouth now that he was breathing again.
”Alleged killer clown. Just cause he said he was gonna kill us and then tried ta stab us doesn’t mean he’s a killer does it? I mean, he failed ta kill us and all those bodies could have been there before he moved inta that part of the sewar.” then again he was immortal so it wouldn’t make sense for the clown to succeed in killing him.
The shifter swallowed and walked over to the seat opposite his work mom and sat down. Leaving the little amount of food left in the container on the counter. ”A report.” Carrick winked, he was an intern, so far he had been sending all of his ‘paperwork’ to office dad. Who hasn’t noticed yet.
”Forget the paperwork. Got it.” he repeated adding in a few words he could have sworn he heard. ”Noticed it fer a bit now, actually. Headbutted a brick wall a few times ta shut beasty up. Got stabbed and then shot recently too and well...” he showed off his scars on his palms. ”Immortal now.”
The shifter turned to the one who spoke and then covered his eyes for a second seeing the Hawaiian shirt and could only guess it was Hercules again. The last time he was singing in the hall his ex’s new beau chased him out of the hallway on behalf of a request from Lizzy. His ex and also a teacher here. (Carrick liked to make it awkward for all parties involved) ”**** that’s bright.” his gaze needed a moment to adjust almost dropping one of the steaks out of his hands.
”Fer someone who claims to have lived centuries ya don’t know style much, do ya?” moving his arm from his vision he looked up expecting to see the behemoth before him with a resting ***** face. Only to find someone else, someone shorter... wearing a very similar loud shirt. ”Oh, just a kid without style.” he had no room to talk. Unless it was flannel and jeans the princess picked out the clothes for him.
”Love the glasses though, had a pair just like ‘em.” knowing he left his pair in Zek’s stadium. He left things there often. Mainly because he liked to surprise his friend with new gags whenever he got a chance. While he couldn’t materialize things there it was fun to act that he could.
”Figured, I’d sing the students awake, or ta sleep. They were half way there anyways. It was a gift. Mine ta give.” Carrick mocked a bow, one that showed he had it down to perfection. It was a easier to practice it when you were dating royalty. The wings opened and closed behind him as he brandished his hand to take off an invisible hat. ”Do I need another reason?” Carrick asked smugly.
”Nice wheels... eh... wheels?” Carrick didn’t get a name nor was too concerned about getting one. ”I take it yer looking fer the elevator?” knowing it was further down the hall on both ends. ”Or were ya looking fer some speed bumps ta test out the ride?”
It had been a few weeks since his ‘I did this without all of you’ party at the mansion. Most of the teachers refused to go, the ones that went were just celebrating that Carrick was no longer his student. Meaning he had more time on his hands. Some of the mansion staff would argue too much time. A hand full of steaks wrapped in freezer paper lay at his side as he walked down the mansion halls remembering his time in the classes he did attend.
A guitar strapped to his back as he sang down the hallway making as much noise as possible in hopes to distract other mansion goers from the trivial monotony of the classrooms. It was a gift, even if the song was still in the process of being written. It was part of his method. ”Saw you late last night, from across the bar. I could tell on yer face he wasn’t getting very far, no. Ya look so bored, ya needed more, that’s when we decided ta hit the floor!” Carrick kicked his leg out for delivery as a few teachers shut the doors as he passed. It seemed even when he was graduated there was no escape from him.
”Ya usually have ta pay cover fer a performance like this one.” Carrick chuckled responding to a few of the doors slamming shut. ”No one appreciates art no more.” his tail flicked behind him as he proceeded the hallway.
The steaks were cold in his hand, he’d have to deliver them before the iceman found out they were stolen again. It was a good racket. It be hard to ever give this up. Good thing he never planned on moving, can’t beat free rent.
”Scary! Like punching concrete!” Carrick parroted not knowing the woman before him was trying to lie about her powers. She took a punch, didn’t get hurt as bad as he would have. Carrick might have thought himself immortal but he still felt pain. ”Ya gents punch through concrete? Think ya can handle her? Lotta woman!” he added trying to hype up the fact that they were going to lose. Either Kim beat them or his other form would. Carrick just didn’t want to deal with all the paperwork.
”She’s giving ya an out. I’d take it.” the thief smirked flashing his pointed fangs as he smiled, ”I’d take it. Count yer losses.” maybe he was laying it on a little thick. A loud squeak exited his nose when he exhaled it too seemed smug now.
“You think we’d just walk away? You robbed me blind, stole money from the crew and made me look bad in front of my boss.” not Jake said gritting his teeth trying to assess the situation.
”I have...” there was a pause as he tried to narrow said situation down. Was it the precious stone racket he had given up after the princess got kidnapped or was it something else from when he was younger. ”Little to no recognition of those events. You’ll need to be more direct.” his nose squeaked again.
The anger was more visible the more the conversation went on. One of the guys behind not jake was taking off his belt wrapping the leather around his fist and letting the buckle hang low to swing. “More direct?” there was a pause from not Jake as if he was thinking things over.
”She owns a dojo?” it seemed the fight wouldn’t end even if he was trying to play up his savior.
“Call in the boys.” not Jake finally said to one of the guys behind him. The man closed his eyes and remained quite for a moment. Suddenly everything clicked. Deciding not to ditch Kim and fly away Carrick snapped his finger. ”Oh **** I remember now! Yer sister! Sara!” and that was all the man needed before charging forward again as the one wielding the belt swung on the shifters savior.
”Right! Guess, I can’t get out of this then.” he reached into a pocket and grabbed some of the flash powder he kept on him for his flashier entrances. Throwing it forward at not Jake’s feet the alley way got brighter. When his target closed his eyes and covered his face Carrick leapt forward bringing a knee to the man’s face.
The crate of smuggled toys fell towards the two figures, both jaws open. It would have been a sight to see however Carrick was busy with his own plan. A sneak attack. One of the reasons the comedic duo worked so well together was because they very rarely worked with each other. Both Carrick and Zek did their own thing and it always seemed to work for them (usually).
This time was no different. When the one with the top hat saw the crate fall towards them at break neck speeds he lifted his peanut butter covered hands and the crate started to slow. Unfortunately it wasn’t slow enough. The initial speed and weight of the crate continued on under the influence of his powers. Until his friend grabbed them and they both vanished.
The crate shattered and Carrick saw it all from behind the pair. Smirking and holding the stained sheet. The top hat wielder needed to see what he was slowing down. The sheet in his hands just added to his plan now. Before it was just a distraction but now it was the plan.
”Stirring performance!” Carrick shouted allowed as the pair reappeared behind the crate. Both stopped and turned towards him. ”I got ta say, talent recognizes skills.” he continued to buy some time for Zek to reappear. ”Ya got all the right stuff but yer about a decade to early ta try and claim our neck of the woods.” Carrick flew a little higher in the air and opened the sheet.
“Whas he doing?” “Dunno... giving up?” the pair asked each other.
Carrick turned the sheet from one side to another revealing nothing behind it. ”Unfortunately ya challenged the wrong pair. Ya stole his coat and yer wearing me new hat. Can’t let that slide.” “Look at the stains...”
”Ya need ta see what yer slowing down right?” Carrick asked to the pair.
The miffed shifter wouldn’t comment. Trying to bring any of the ‘adults’ he knew would have opened up the door for questions like, ‘what are you doing hanging around this guy?’ or ‘why are you guys trying to rob them?’ most of them wouldn’t understand it was a territorial thing. They crossed them on their turf. Meaning they had to go in the most humiliating way possible. Lucky for Carrick and Zek they didn’t have to worry about losing.
”Ya want the do gooders helping us out?” Carrick asked in his dive before undershooting the building the two thief's were on. He was faster than Zek in the air and if one of them could teleport that meant he could be faster than the Irishman meaning he had to do his best to sneak behind them. ”Give them the drop!” Carrick called as he dove and turned to go around the building.
Hoping Zek would be able to distract them enough Carrick turned his body and maneuvered in between the buildings ignoring the clothes lines and clothes that hung over the alley way. Only stopping to snag a bed sheet with obvious yellow stains. ”Gross.”
“Got some company! Quit ****in ‘round we’ll check the pockets later!” one of the thief's said as he tried to open the mousetrap and avoid getting peanut butter all over his hands.
After the leaving the portal Carrick’s wings snapped open as gravity took hold, before he could catch his friend who too was falling he materialized a hang glider, silly grounders. Anything to give the illusion of flight. Carrick kept his words to himself and held on to the baseball bat, white knuckling his weapon so he wouldn’t let it go. Last thing he needed was to lose something else of Zek’s.
”Oh! I know this one! In a mirror!” it took Carrick a second before adding, ”Habit.” it was hard to turn off the sarcasm and the joking, even if he was pissed off at the moment.
”More than likely, not like they can port or fly. Just climb right?” his slitted irises quickly glanced over from building to building, for any movement or people. A few birds caught his attention, followed by a orange cat. They weren’t what he was looking for so made a mental note to ignore their movements the ones he was looking for were far more... animated.
”Not an X, mate. Wrong team.” he said knowing full well Carrick had helped out on occasion if the right people asked. No, his team were more walkie-talkies and hours of paperwork before getting a hold of the earpieces. ”Even I did it be in the other clothes.” Carrick said pointing to the direction of a one very confused person who looked like he had a hand full of... peanut butter?
”Found ‘em.” Carrick said before adding, ”Since when have we had trouble comminating. We just get loud right?” his eyes focused on the pair and he turned his wings to send him in that direction hoping Zek was smart enough to follow. ”They found yer peanut butter pocket...” he said apologetically. Everyone knew that taking Zek’s snacks unless offered was off limits.
”Well, not really invented. I mean, we definitely made it our own. Put some flair on it fer sure.” Carrick nodded in agreement feeling just as upset as Zek... well maybe not as upset as Zek. They took his trench coat. The shifter knew it was his favorite coat.
”New n’stupid is a dangerous combination.” he agreed again, maybe they weren’t as well known as the thief liked. After a night like they had tonight everything was going great. They were the ones that made things happen. If you had a problem they were the ones to avoid! ”Aye, less everyone think they can start stealing from us.” he was getting flashbacks to when he was a kid gearing up for an alley fight with the other gangs before he left.
‘Fight! Kill!’
”Too right, fight we will.” Carrick agreed with himself but ignored the last bit. He didn’t need to kill anyone. Otherwise, the moms and Hunt might get involved and that was the last thing the shifter needed.
The doors to the locker room opened and a small team of Zeks and Carricks entered. All of them geared up for the big game, none of them actually able to make it outside. This was a show after all and Carrick was here for it. Especially as ‘Coach’ rolled in. A few of the Carricks snickered in the back ground and then waved. Then coach started to speak.
Carrick didn’t follow half of the story but knew it was to stir the team up, which was silly because it was only Carrick and Zek that could do anything about it till they got the other two thieves into Zek’s portal. The Zeks cheered. The Carrick’s roared and just like that the real Carrick felt his hairs stand on end, his heart rate elevate.
His rage... too much to quell. The real Carrick’s eyes turned to slits and then joined in the roars and ran to the portal knowing it was just gonna be the two of them. It didn’t matter though Carrick knew the team would be cheering them on. As they left Carrick high-fived the other Carricks.
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“Gahhhh! A mouse trap!?!?” the one with the top hat asked as the other shook his hand now trapped between the small mouse backbreaking device. The one in Zek’s trench coat shouted out in pain as his companion chuckled. “'oo 'as a bee 'ive mouse trap in their apple pie rockets?” his laughing turned up the more he thought about it. The one whose hand was trapped in a mouse trap released his hand and shook it. “Must be something worth protecting right?” shaking his hand he opened the pocket and dug his hand in only to reveal a fist full of peanut butter. “What the hell?”
It was clear his beast form agreed with Zek, they were dead men walking. How could they keep their reputation if they kept getting shown up like this? If it continued others would start questioning who really ran this part of town. He felt a roar well up in his chest as if to proclaim that this was his turf territory but that faded when he felt his friend struggle in his grasp.
Anyone else Carrick would have gone lower so the fall wouldn’t kill his passenger, Zek however. The thief’s arms opened and Carrick dropped Zek like a bad habit knowing full well what he was going to do. A orb of light appeared and then a portal formed. ”Ya have ta ask?” Carrick sighed and dove in after him.
The locker room, where all the good stuff was stored. ”Gonna be honest, they came out of nowhere. Hell didn’t expect anyone ta challenge us on our turf. Ballsy of ‘em.” Carrick opened his locker and pulled out his tunic, a gift from the princess and shook his head. If they were going to fight he’d need something that offered a tad more support.
”Ya think they knew who we are?” he questioned wondering if this was an intentional attack. Pulling out one of his shirts he slipped it on and slid the wings through it. It was tighter than his normal shirts, hopefully that meant his clothes couldn’t be stolen again. At least his shirt. The pants were his standard.
”I mean, we do enough for the community right?” maybe he should stop serenading the area in the midnight hours? No, the he wouldn’t punish his fans.
”Well, they had us in the first half. Let’s go out there and win this thing!” Carrick started checking pockets for items to use. Luckily his spare pants always had a deck of cards and a smoke bomb or three. His hand thumbed a baseball bat and hefted it over his shoulder. Half time was over.
”Not me type.” Carrick stated letting out a slight wince wishing his ears weren’t so close to Zek shouting. Even if it was the correct timing and everything for the song. While he was happy about that his ears were pretty sensitive to sound. Especially now that his adrenaline was pumping.
‘Hunt! Prey!’
”Yeah, blame the guy that caught ya.” he was used to not having snacks on his flights. Most of the ones he carried were either eaten by his portal wielding friend or got smashed anytime he started to shift. It was a wonder why he kept anything in his pockets. Maybe he should just start wearing a backpack might go against the image he had of himself but at least he’d keep his stuff safe... and well snacks. ”More motivation ta get a hold of ‘em!”
They dodged two of his portals, out maneuvered his flying and were making them look bad. Them! ”I think I found our archenemies.” the light show that came next would have brought a tear of joy to his eyes if it wasn’t for the fact that the hat was going to be smashed, ”My new hat!”
The pair looked up and sidestepped the boulder as it came crashing down almost cartoon like and Carrick started remembering all the Saturday morning cartoons he watched last weekend. The one with the hat looked up to them and mocked bowed and then continued to run off. ”Hey!” with that Carrick dove for them. ”That was cool.” he hated to admit.
