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.
”Mother ****er!” Carrick shouted as he struggled still in the air hearing a few sounds of wind rushing above him. Why was he so slow. ‘Fiiiiiiight’ his beasty instincts told him making him more frustrated in the situation. Was his instincts.... mocking him and his slow descent upwards?
There was another flash of light and then Zek was falling faster than what Carrick was doing flying upwards. ”Come on.” just then his wings seemed to cut through the butter he was flying through it no longer felt like he was flying against hurricane forced winds. (Once in the danger room... it was dumb).
His body lurched forward and he flew to his buddy as the wind blew again sending the people falling with him... gone... Carrick needed a pint. Today was... ‘meh’.
Wings snapped open and he readied the catch for his partner in alleged crime. Doing his best ‘Weather Girls’ impression, ”It’s raining men!!!” the weight dragged him down and he leaned into it sending them towards the ground and picking up speed.
Just then as they were falling barely clothed into a back ally an old man looked out the window of his apartment, not sure what he saw. Looked to the concoction of herbs rolled into the hemp wrap and blinked slowly before looking back out the window.
”I want his top hat now... dibs!” swooping down then upwards he used the speed to propel them upwards to the next building over making sure he could dive at them. It was bright in the city at night and he would have preferred his sunglasses. Unfortunately a thief who wanted to die stole them.
With a turn Carrick and Zek were looking down on the pair as they jumped to another building roof top. ”Give ‘em the drop?” Carrick asked smirking, his pasty skin reflecting the moonlight and light pollution almost giving him a glow.
Training at a later date, perfect! That meant the shifter had some time to sleep and work off this... was it just a hangover that was bugging him now or was it the beating he just got? The Irishman stretched an arm and let out a tired yawn while the Texan headed to the door. Carrick’s shoulder clicked and he looked at it for a second then didn’t think anything of it. He was immortal after all.
Mike suggested finding another room. That was fine. When he slammed the beer and tossed it in the trash can the shifter slammed his and attempted the same and missed sending it flying a little further than he wanted. ”Be right with ya.” Carrick was polite and didn't’ want to leave a mess... anymore of a mess.
After tossing the can away properly (and grabbing another can) Carrick caught up to Mike ignoring the fact that his clothes were no longer on his body. He was naked. It was one of the downsides to turning into a mythical creature. Sometimes the clothes didn’t make it. This was one of those times. The beer can hung low to cover his wedding tackle only to show off whenever Carrick took a sip.
”Da said it was when I was born.” Carrick offered, ”Personally I think it was when I shifted and mauled that guy who was insulting me girlfriend.” it wasn’t exactly how things went but it didn’t matter anymore, he was here now because of it. ”Also could have been when I showed up this morning. Wouldn’t have gotten the beatin’”
”Already told ya, he isn’t much of a fighter. Me and beasty are the ones that get inta it.” it was clear the shifter thought of all his forms as separate entities. It was delusional as well but it was Carrick.
”Only thing that footage is gonna show is that I can take a punch.” he said confidently. ”So why we looking fer another room now?” Carrick asked waving to a passerby as if everything was normal and he wasn’t naked, drinking and covered in a few bruises and some dried blood. His sunglasses perfected the look.
”Tired. Shifts are tiring, at that ta the five minute round we went fer...” the shifter still trying to catch his breath listened for a moment to the Texan’s breathing. It didn’t seem to be much different than it was earlier. Carrick smirked, ”Nah, looks like one ta me.”
”Hard ta control. Hard ta think right.” he sipped his drink worried that he was going to start requesting Armadillo Piss. ”Not always my say. Sometimes beasty just takes over. Most of the time I can fight ‘em off. Bar fights are a lot easier... allegedly.” it was also easier dealing with beasty when the Irishman had someone who could handle beasty. Zek and Amythest were both pretty skilled at this. In their own way. Carrick added Hunt to the list.
”Makes me feel a bit better about training then. Got it. Maybe give me a bigger room maybe some windows. Really good at not getting hit then.” the shifter preferred the open sky, it also give him a chance to show off his ‘disappearing act’ ”This is nothing, I can call the other guy out if ya want it ta look like a zoo in here.” he sipped his drink still laying naked on the floor. He was joking but also offering.
His tail flicked lazily, ”Crazy someone brought a tiger in ‘ere from the zoo though. I mean, just not safe. We were almost killed! Then! It drank all the pints.” Carrick lied all to well getting his backstory. ”Take it someone spilt some drink on the camera system too, eh? So hard ta keep things safe these days. Everything is soooo sensitive.” He’d deny shifting if it meant him having to pay for everything.
”****ing right we’re about ta fight!” Carrick growled as he suddenly hit a wall, not a real wall just one where the air shimmered around him, it was... weird. His body was telling him one thing but his senses were telling him another.
His wings moved up and down as if they were being restrained and the sound around him seemed muffled. Carrick’s first instinct was to grab his ears but then realized he wasn’t wearing his headphones. Thankfully he left those at home today. To bad for him everything else was in the clothes that were magically removed.
”Zek!” Carrick’s eyes went to look down then saw his friend jump into a portal. Good, no reason they both had whatever happened to Carrick happen to Zek. Pushing through the air even harder Carrick tried to lift himself and close the distance as the wall crawler was picking up the pace.
”Ya must have heard of us!” Carrick shouted after his prey. A light opened up above them and Carrick grinned, ”Ya can’t out run us!” he was. Carrick wasn’t going to point that out though.
Everything ached, shifting took a lot out of him. Even when he did it willingly. At most he was limited to a few a day. Hopefully this meant he didn’t have to deal with his beast form any time soon. Once it was let out it remained quite for a while. Maybe this was a good excuse to carry his hang over till tomorrow.
His clothes lay tattered around him, bits of fur covered the ground and all he could manage was, ”****” he couldn’t finish his thoughts. Still trying to catch his breath and adjust to the darkness Carrick caught a can to the head. Luckily his hand broke the can’s fall. ”****” this one was more deliberate.
Laying naked on the floor he looked up to the ceiling where his cat like vision could make out a hole from something getting thrown through and then another hole next to it. ”****” he sighed again and finally managed to crack the beer hoping it wasn’t actually piss.
There were some suds from the impact but they were choked down all the same. ”I think I won.” he managed before placing the cold beer to his ribs that were still sore from the beating. ”Might be ****ing blood fer a bit, but didn’t kill anyone.” Carrick let out a sigh then started chuckling.”This might be good fer me.”
Carrick was of course talking about the training, not the piss. ”This is the piss? What do they drink? Malt liquor?” still never seeing an armadillo in person but not knowing enough to argue what their piss tastes like.
”Glad we got that settled.” the shifter continued to struggle feeling his hand tremble the more the two of the chatted despite him being in the beast form. It was difficult to say the least. Something that would have been apparent to any who could see him, or had seen him shift in the past.
‘Fight! Kill!’ His eyes narrowed on the Texan, the man caused him so much pain, he too deserved pain. To be put in his place. To acknowledge the Alpha. Only that wasn’t what was happening. The shifters head was hurting. It was hard to maintain focus. ”Trying ta. Stop hitting me!” Carrick growled baring his fangs, his furred face still snarling at the man. The will to hurt him was still there but his body didn’t act on it.
Carrick was taking control again, his human form. The one that wasn’t focused on killing, eating or mating. The more ‘rational’ one. ”Rggghhhh leetgo!” Carrick shouted before turning his head back and roaring out in pain as he ‘triggered’ his shift himself. Something that a year ago would have been impossible if you asked the thief.
Painful of a process as shifting turning back at least gave him mental clarity. He was reminded of what he was, who he was and what he wanted. It also left him naked usually and drenched in sweat and clumped fur. ”**** sakes I need a pint.” the shifter finally said winching and grabbing his head as if it was the cause of his pain and not the beating he just got.
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>>>"Y' wanted t' be close earlier. I'm jus' helpin' that."
The shifter went from attempting to flee willing to gnaw off his own hand to escape to getting kneed in the chest repeatedly. The beast’s tactics weren’t working. Normally they had such good results. Slash, maul, roar and repeat. It had worked in the past so why wasn’t it working on the Texan.
‘Fight’
‘Getting our ass kicked’ thought Carrick managing to chime in the way his other forms chimed in when he was in control. The beast struggled to get free still getting hit several more times before the other hand shot forward to push down with all it’s might to block the knee from doing any more damage. It was Carrick’s fighting experience that coaxed the move out from the beast.
While he was stronger and faster in this form it seemed it didn’t matter to Mike Hunt, the shifter was outclassed and it was enough for even his other forms to understand it. The ones that didn’t want believe that there was someone better. Another Alpha.
”Rggggghhhh, N-ot me type!” Carrick said through gritted teeth. His body was in pain; from the shift, from the beating and from the hangover. The shifter felt his fist launch forward for an attempt of another scratch but stopped short when he felt control in his hand again. Instead of slashing at Hunt, Carrick offered a middle finger.
”Aye, know one. She’s not as fast as me. Metal wings, spews poison.” Carrick wheezed and pushed himself up. ”Can admire, mine if ya want. Just can’t keep ‘em.” the shifter smirked before looking around at the others that surrounded him.
Kimmy took a blow to the ribs and Carrick’s jaw almost dropped when she shrugged it off. ”Yer strong.” commented the shifter as he stood up and brushed his pants off. Best look presentable while being rescued right?
”Nani!?!” Carrick asked in Japanese, when he heard the woman speak in it as well. He only knew bits and pieces from the cat girls back at the mansion but knew enough that he needed to remember a few of the words that Kimberly was spouting. Himari didn’t teach him all the fun words it seemed.
”Oww!” he winced visably as he watched the knee turn and the man be forced to drop to it. Kimberly was a fighter, one that reminded the Irishman of the Texan, Sam and Maya. It was clear he was outclassed here and decided to play it safe and not get in her way. ”Clearly she’s a better fighter than yous.” Carrick said to not jake and the others who were watching the scene.
”Worth getting yer ***es handed to ya? Getting even with me? Maybe ya can run inta me at a later date, one where Kimmy ain’t watching over me?” Carrick was clearly not threatened anymore. He wasn’t really in the first place given the fact that he could have shifted and mauled a few of them to prove a point. Now that he interned for SUPER though, well mauling people was frowned upon.
Between the pair laughing and holding their sides at the expense of someone wielding a fake gun neither of them realized all the clothes they were wearing were gone. Both of them were left in their underwear which was upsetting because Carrick already had such a hard time keeping any clothes on and in one piece.
”Aye?” looking down Carrick saw his boxers all of the hearts being shot by an arrow. His lucky boxers, only because they survived two shifts and stayed in one piece, which was impressive for any clothing.
”Me clothes...” his wallet in his pant pocket also housed his lucky guitar pick and his lucky deck of cards were in the other pant pocket. Even more upsetting was all of the magic tricks he hoarded in his clothing was being carried off. ”Me smoke bombs!” Carrick shouted patting around his now partially naked frame.
”They... stole from us!” Carrick said in shock. ”DO they know who we are!?!?” Carrick said in shock from the amount of balls they had. More so now because there might have been some ball bearings in his pockets as well.
Carrick blinked and the guy was climbing up the side of the building. Climbing... how primitive. ”Today a valuable lesson will be had. There are people ya can steal from. Pretty sure we arent’ the ones ya can steal from.” Carrick flapped his wings and went right for the man climbing the building hoping to swing on him while he climbed.
The roar in response failed to unnerve Carrick. He was louder, therefore the Alpha. It was the way of the animal kingdom after all.
The crack of the flesh and bone landing on the flooring would have been loud enough to be heard from a few feet away. It wasn’t enough to dismiss the fight itself though for the shifter. The former Irishman struggled with his footing and attempted to roll out of it but was still being held firm as if he was caught into some sort of trap.
‘Pain!’
The shifter inhaled the pain and exhaled a roared again attempting to pull it’s arm free from the Texan’s grip. Would he have to gnaw it off if he couldn’t pull it free? The thought should have been clear as day as his feral side stared at the man’s hand then looked to his own arm. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make. It prevent him from going back into a cage anything was worth his freedom.
>>>”Y’ ain’t gunna win this fight.”
The man was taunting the shifter now. He was strong. Strong like Carrick’s father. The man was angry, like Carrick’s father. Rage, anger, pain and defiance was all the beast felt at that moment. Something it shared with the main form.
”F-F-F*** off.” was all that exited the beasts throat instead of a roar this time. He pulled his arm again. His pupils rounded in the darkness giving hope that Carrick was fighting for control. If only the one who was training him could see it.
Furred ears flicked as the man spoke, it only furthered his rage. Someone who was beating him, who shot him? Now telling him what he could and couldn’t do. Not only that but he puffed out his chest threatening the beast form more.
‘Fight!’
Before the Irishman’s uncontrolled form could bite down and tear into the neck of the Texan the beast was pushed, or rather launched off his prey. Straight through the ceiling grid and lights that once hung overhead. The pain was momentary, the shock even shorter as the power to the room turned off leaving the room in darkness.
Carrick was partially caught in the grid till he managed to maneuver himself free. There were beams overhead and wires. He could escape, find a safe route to escape and recover. Rage. This man was threat, one that wouldn’t leave him be. Twice now he attacked. Carrick had to end this.
‘Kill!’
More ceiling tiles collapsed as Carrick dove through them snapping his wings open at the last-minute landing on the Texan swiping at him with claws that was capable of tearing flesh. Another roar, one that would establish why he was the ‘Alpha’ why he shouldn't flee.
”******” the shifter cursed as he went up again, his idea to attack had backfired. With each blow to his body Carrick felt like he was a punching bag. Each time he exhaled and tried to steady his breath another string of curses ejected to through his mouth as if his breath and the curses were one in the same.
”Eejit!” Another blow. Every time he felt like dropping Mike Hunt he realized he couldn’t. They were holding on to each other, and the man was still ****ing singing. ”**** eat the wall” Carrick grunted the rumbling in his chest getting louder and louder.
‘Fight!’
Carrick kept ignoring the voice, though physically certain parts of his body started to look different. His canines grew, his fingernails started to come to a point along with his already pointed ears. The Irishman was still in control though, not of the fight but of himself, he was just at the tipping point. They flew into a wall, then the ground again. The Texan didn’t stop hitting him.
‘FIGHT!’
The straw that broke the camels back was when he caught the punch to the jaw. Normally he’d be able to shrug it off. How many bar fights had he been in recently? That number tripled when he started to hang out with Zek. How many times did his father or brother try to knock him out? His vision went, everything started to fade to black. His eyes shut and he fell to the ground. Golden bronzed wings snapped shut out of habit and he tumbled onto of the guy who was supposed to be ‘training’ him.
‘Danger. KILLLLL!’
His eyes snapped back open and instead of Carrick’s usual eyes with the mismatched color beast like slits appeared for his pupils. The warning signs of him losing control. It wasn’t his Gryphon form that answered the summons to protect the body they all inhabited it was the beast form. The one thing he worked so hard to suppress during the fight.
The shifter roared as his skin started to split as if he was breaking through a sheet of plastic. Bronzed fur erupted in a painful process of shedding one form for another. The song was over, Carrick couldn’t gloat. He was benched as his instincts took over.
A simple thought emerged. ‘Kill! Live!’
Carrick’s eyes narrowed on the one who threatened his existence. The Texan. Fangs bared and he leaned forward trying to maul the man who had shot him and beat him. Carrick was trying to survive.
The metaphorical chip couldn’t have been eaten as much as he loved helping his pal out. Even if he could eat it odds were Zek still would be hungry. ”Don’t know why ya never hit up a vending machine or a grocery store and just help yerself. Really stock up on snacks.” his own stomach chimed in offering it’s support of the comment. Maybe Carrick was hungry as well.
There was someone following them. The wind changed and rushed past the pair as they walked to their next destination. The money he just threw away was now in front of him. Being counted and fanned as if it the holder was some sort of victorian era duchess. Carrick smirked as he spoke. Someone else from across the pond. Well, this should be interesting... as long as his father or brother didn’t hire someone to try and ‘collect’ him or more likely kill him.
”Busy enough mate.” the shifter said honestly enough, ”Though it’s about ta get a bit busy it seems. We were looking ta find a place ta get a pint. If ya don’t mind getting out of the way.” Carrick chimed in before answering, ”Nah, he’s no banker. Zekky can’t count to well.” his tail flicked behind him already knowing where this was going. The thief had been on the other side of this a few times before, though he was less direct.
‘Fight’
Ignoring his instincts he saw the gun and started to chuckle. ”Zekky, this guy... he’s pointing a gun at us!” the shifter busted out laughing, not because he was being held up but because there was a small blanked out orange tip on the gun. It was a toy. ”Mate, wrong pair ta be hold’n up. We don’t got much on us and unless ya deal in cards I doubt it’s worth yers or our time.” he said between wheezing with laughter.
It didn’t help, he kept singing. Carrick normally would have loved to join in or play the background with an ‘OoooOooo’ or the classic ‘ah-ha’ but the current situation made him forget his love for music and a good time.
This was an internship, one that was keeping him out of a small cell. A leash was better than a cage and right now he had to keep his beast form under control till the end of the song. If his least favorite form was pushing for a fight. Giving it what it wanted worked before with rescuing the princess. Should work now right?
‘Fight’
Carrick was ready to take a tennis ball to the face, it would hurt. He’d heal. The fake out was a pleasant surprise. When the Texan faked him out and caught him by the collar the shifter chuckled and attempted a counter, by sliding his arm behind Hunt’s back and grabbing tight to the hand that grabbed his collar.
The Irishman dug deep and flapped his wings harder and faster than he had done in weeks. Which was impressive considering his hang over. ”Lift off.” was all he could manage through his irritation with the situation. He’d kick himself later for not thinking of something better. With his superior in arms he flew up then directly down.
The shifter was already down a few drinks, that was what happened when someone was upset and had a ‘drink for free’ label on them at one of his usual spots. He’d been led to believe he was filling in for another band, they needed a vocalist and a guitarist. Carrick checked two of those boxes. What he didn’t know was that it was just a ruse to get back at the previous singer/guitarist who was thinking about going solo. They all knew and neglected to tell the shifter. Not only getting him pumped for the spot light again but then insulted him by picking someone... less talented.
If it wasn’t for him bumping into Zek, Carrick might have said some harsher words followed by a roar or two, good luck singing in key when ya can’t hear ****.
The embassy was interesting, Carrick didn’t understand a word that was being said but then was yelled at for saying he didn’t speak Dutch. He was trying to be polite too. It was fine. Carrick got back at the man who yelled at them by lifting a wallet and some papers that were stamped ‘Important’ the documents didn't’ make it out of the building. He dropped them in a garbage can but he did manage to show off the wallet after they left said building.
”Fine by me mate,” he pulled out some money in the wallet. Most of it was cash thought there were a few bills that had a bunch of zeros on it. Carrick got excited for a second but then realized the money itself was a pinkish and purple bill with someone else ‘important’ he didn’t recognize. Tossing the ‘play’ money into the air behind him along with the wallet he kept the cash.
”Could go fer another pint as well. Got a chip on me shoulder still. Ya can start there if yer hungry.” Carrick chuckled already feeling his spirits being lifted.
