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.
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Rebecca looked back on her first trip to Budapest fondly in retrospect, if for no other reason than it being the first place where she formed chemistry with Gawain that would plant a seed they would not harvest until they were older, wiser, and less drunk. In truth, the trip itself had been awful. She spent most of the trip grumpy about her breakup with Agnes, it was one of those "good PR" political missions she felt like she was disproportionately selected for, and half the politicians at the summit on mutant rights seemed to have no interest in mutant rights, much less hosting two teenage X-Men.
It was important, both as a world traveller and an X-Man, not to dismiss a place after one bad visit. With the exception of the last issue, most of the problems she had in Budapest were not the fault of the city itself. This was why, when one of the politicians in the city requested X aid dealing with an anti-mutant gang in the city and specifically asked for her and Mirror, she put on her big girl pants and accepted the call.
While the politician, István Kovács, barely registered in Rebecca's memory, that was hardly a surprise. There were dozens of politicians at the event and Rebecca was not in the headspace to socialize during their time there. Still, he was arranging for lodging while they were in the city and seemed eager to play host. Evidently, the goal was twofold: patrol for gang activity and create positive mutant press for the public to discourage recruitment. It was a simple goal she could get behind. Honestly, after some of the mutant crimes and disasters she had been involved in, dealing with a street gang in a foreign city sounded more like a vacation than a mission.
With just Gawain and Becca on the trip, they could spend the flight over talking about the trip, Kalos's hijinx, and whatever was on their minds.
As they prepared to land, the topic on Becca's mind was the same thing she had been subtly suggesting over the last week. "Listen, aw Ah'm sayin' is we've baith got comfortable employment. We hae hoosin'. An' Ah dornt want tae tit mah ain horn haur, but yoo're kinda madly in loove wi' me." She switched the jet from flying to hovering and guided it down slowly toward their landing pad. "It jist feels loch thes isnae a crazy time tae consider startin' a family. Havin' a baby ay our ain."
Yep. She was being very subtle about her thoughts on the topic.
The X-men had been having a few good weeks recently, with (somewhat reluctant) trainees returning, and Sam getting a handle on his sh*t. Still, in the best of cases, they were spread thin; too few X-men, too much crime. Which is why foreign missions like this were a rarity, since they could barely keep New York City under control, let alone the USA. Still, Becca and Gawain had made this trip before, and they had a diplomatic responsibility to put their money where their mouth was. Besides, it was just going to be a short visit, and kicking some gang ass. The two of them could do that with their eyes closed.
Which is why they had plenty of time to talk on the flight over.
>>"Listen, aw Ah'm sayin' is we've baith got comfortable employment. We hae hoosin'. An' Ah dornt want tae tit mah ain horn haur, but yoo're kinda madly in loove wi' me. It jist feels loch thes isnae a crazy time tae consider startin' a family. Havin' a baby ay our ain."
This was not the first time Becca brought up the topic of having kids. Gawain was not against the idea, but he was definitely hesitant about getting right on that project. Sure, she was right about the housing and employment, but... a baby? Between two X-men?
"I am madly in love with you" he allowed with a smirk, hitting some switches on the control panel to balance out the jet "But c'mon, bringing this up on a mission? Don't tell me you wouldn't miss these when we have to stay at the Mansion and change diapers..."
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Gawain was allowed to have opinions and thoughts on the topic of having kids, because at the end of the day, they were a team. If they made the decision, they would make it together when they were both ready. That said, Becca felt like Gawain was a little more skittish about the idea of kids than he needed to be.
At the very least, he reaffirmed his love for her, which was the right answer and scored him good S.O. points, but that would not let him off the hook as they touched down.
”Ah loove ye, tay, but that's a weak excuse. We're in transit; mission hasnae started yit technically.” Not that the mission would deter her if she really wanted to keep the chat going when they got to their patrol. ”It's nae loch pregnancy woods sideline me forever. Yoo're allowed rigoroos exercise fur th' first few months, an' when that's dain, we hae a mansion's worth ay babysitters.”
The jet opened and a ramp extended to the ground where a politician in his late fifties with greying hair and a stern look waited for them. ”We're nae gonna stop bein' X-Men fur a lang time, sae there's ne'er gonnae be a convenient time fur me tae gie knocked up. Sae it's jist a matter ay when we want it,” she finished, sneaking her way into the last word before hastily walking down the ramp so Gawain could dwell on her counter-argument.
”Guid day, Representative Kovács! Weel, nae guid given whit we're haur fur,” she corrected, ”but still. Thenk ye fur thinkin' ay us in yer time ay need.”
“Yes, quite,” he said in a measured tone. Maybe it was a difference in regional tone or body language, but Becca had a hard time reading this man. “On behalf of Hungary, I would like to thank you for responding to our request. We have a car to bring you to the Parliament Building if you’re reading to get right to business. Or perhaps your flight has left you in need of rest?” He eyed Gawain carefully with the question. Maybe he was just adjusting to meeting Gawain after Maya was the one he met in their initial visit? Regardless, no one was going to accuse the man of being the definition of warmth.
They landed the jet at a secure location on top of a government building not far from the parlament. The view was nice, but more importantly, civilians would not get close enough to poke at it while they were away.
>>”Ah loove ye, tay, but that's a weak excuse. We're in transit; mission hasnae started yit technically. It's nae loch pregnancy woods sideline me forever. Yoo're allowed rigoroos exercise fur th' first few months, an' when that's dain, we hae a mansion's worth ay babysitters.”
"Becks. I'm not taking you on missions pregnant. You better forget that right about now." Gawain shot her a look at they powered the jet down. Vigorous exercise, indeed. "And I am also not letting Sam babysit the kid." He gracefully glossed over the fact that the Mansion did have a selection of at least halfway-qualified babysitters, like Mrs. Taylor-Cervantes. That was not the point.
>>”We're nae gonna stop bein' X-Men fur a lang time, sae there's ne'er gonnae be a convenient time fur me tae gie knocked up. Sae it's jist a matter ay when we want it,”
Becca walked down the ramp before Gawain could form an argument. They had arrived, which meant the mission was now active. And definitely not a good time to discuss this further.
>>“On behalf of Hungary, I would like to thank you for responding to our request. We have a car to bring you to the Parliament Building if you’re reading to get right to business. Or perhaps your flight has left you in need of rest?”
Gawain noted the look he got when he exited the jet. Last time he had been here on a Maya day. While they had probably been briefed about his powers, it was still confusing to most people to see a guy instead of a girl.
"A pleasure to see you again. We are ready to go."
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While she was not well-verse in the specifics of the Hungarian political world, Becca did make a point to brush up on the political climate and their host in particular. Things had been… well, tense in Hungary on multiple levels. Mutants struggled to reach high approval ratings in most places, it was true, but Hungary had a wave of conservative voices that sometimes leaned toward the radical. She had to be conscious of that while they were in town, even if she hated being “cautious” about her identity or beliefs.
The minister erred on the conservative side, but compared to some of the quotes and soundbites she heard from his peers, he might have been more moderate, considering his surroundings.
There was little reaction to Gawain confirming their willingness to get started. Not exactly the ost expressive chap, was he? “Well, if you’re feeling fine, then follow me, please.” Without waiting for a response, he walked them toward the elevator that would take them to the ground level and their transportation for the day.
Now that they were setting aside baby talk, mostly for the stern man’s sake, Becca thought back to the details on the threat they were dealing with. ”Sae frae whit Ah reid, it seems loch th' First Men hae bin growin' in influence ower th' years. Ah’m surprised mair ay an effort hasnae bin made tae curb their expansion.”
“Some Members of Parliament have downplayed their influence, claiming they are just a small group of hoodlums and bitter old men.”
”Or they didnae want tae address th’ problem,” Becca thought aloud. It was less politically savvy to advocate for mutantkind than to allow humans to express their fears and anger. ”Is th’ problem serious enaw noo 'at th' need tae dae somethin' was tay great tae ignair?”
The floors ticked by until the ping confirmed they had reached the ground an the door promptly opened. “We have reached the point where sending a message is the only course of action. That is why you’re here; to help us send the right message.”
>>“Well, if you’re feeling fine, then follow me, please.”
The man was not exactly warm and fuzzy. Then again, he did not need to be. As long as he was willing to do the right thing for mutant rights, or minority rights in general, he was on the better end of the Hungarian political spectrum, from what Mirror understood. They followed him into the elevator.
>>”Sae frae whit Ah reid, it seems loch th' First Men hae bin growin' in influence ower th' years. Ah’m surprised mair ay an effort hasnae bin made tae curb their expansion.”
>>“Some Members of Parliament have downplayed their influence, claiming they are just a small group of hoodlums and bitter old men.”
"Yeah. Our politicians usually do 'lone wolf.'" Gawain muttered with a frown. Downplaying problems with bigotry never made said problems go away. And if said hoodlums and bitter old men actually had a semi-nazi-sounding name for their club, then things were definitely not headed in the right direction.
>>”Or they didnae want tae address th’ problem,. Is th’ problem serious enaw noo 'at th' need tae dae somethin' was tay great tae ignair?”
>>“We have reached the point where sending a message is the only course of action. That is why you’re here; to help us send the right message.”
"Well, then let's send a message before anyone gets seriously hurt." Gawain agreed. It was only a matter of time for any anti-mutant group before they started blowing things up. Or shooting at people (although Hungarian weapon laws were a lot stricter than the US).
At the basement level of the building, the car waited for them as they exited the elevator. It was a large, black diplomatic vehicle, with tinted windows; once they were inside, it felt like being in a box. The darkened windows did not reflect in the dull light of the basement, which made Gawain a bit more nervous than usual.
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Becca and Mirror were not subtle with their political leanings. All the X-Men were vehemently mutant rights, clearly. Becca was even more public than other team members thanks to her online presence. She was vocal for minority rights, acceptance, and her bisexuality was well-documented at this point. Gawain, while not as publicly available, had beliefs that lined up with his girlfriend’s, so it was always frustrating to watch societal rot go unchecked or dismissed by those in power.
That was what drew them back to Budapest; if someone really wanted to cut this hate movement at the knees, they wanted to encourage that. How rare was it for people to stand against extremism these days? Such a depressing thought.
“We’ll be taking you to the Parliament Building to have you touch base with law enforcement and make public statements denouncing the First Men and affirming your intent to make Hungary a more tolerant place.”
”Weel, hard nae tae gie behind ‘at,” Becca said as she entered the back seat of the black vehicle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of unease in her stomach.
When they settled in and the car’s ignition roared to life, the minister’s phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen from the passenger’s side of the car. “Oh, I apologize, but this is a sensitive call. I’m sure you understand,” he assumed as the divider between the front and back seats went up.
”Ay coorse.” As expected, the divider cut sound almost completely from the front seats when it sealed. ”Ah’d loch tae point it Ah could be takin’ thes opportunity tae drum up our little debate again, bit Ah’m lettin’ ye aff th’ hook fer noo.”
The car rolled out of the garage’s exit, leaving them with a few minutes to kill. Rebecca tried to relax, finding it surprisingly easy. Smirking, she leaned over to her boyfriend and whispered, ”Sae th’ representative… woods ye say he’s stiff as plywood ur jist cardboard?”
>>“We’ll be taking you to the Parliament Building to have you touch base with law enforcement and make public statements denouncing the First Men and affirming your intent to make Hungary a more tolerant place.”
"Sure." Gawain was not really one for public appearances; he was a known face of the X-men, mostly thanks to Maxine once upon a time, but that did not mean he enjoyed making statements, especially in a foreign country. Becca was much more suited for that kinda work. But hey, at least it was not a Maya day. He doubted people were tolerant about other kinds of minorities if they already had a problem with mutants...
>>”Weel, hard nae tae gie behind ‘at,”
A phone call came in, and the divider went up, making the back of the car feel even more boxed in than usual. Gawain folded his arms and sat back, hoping the drive would be mercifully short.
>>”Ah’d loch tae point it Ah could be takin’ thes opportunity tae drum up our little debate again, bit Ah’m lettin’ ye aff th’ hook fer noo.”
"I appreciate that." he smirked. As things were going, it was hard to imagine being in situations like this in the future, while also worrying about having a baby at home. Possibly babysat by Sam.
>>”Sae th’ representative… woods ye say he’s stiff as plywood ur jist cardboard?”
"Oh I don't think he likes us. Mutants, Americans, LGBT... I think he is making this a political move." he shrugged "But then again most politicians will not side with us out of the goodness of their heart, so we just gotta work with what we... uh. Becks?... Do you hear that?"
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Becca thought Gawain had a face that people could get behind, but she was admittedly biased. He was young and classically handsome, but he was also the far more introverted of the two. He was not going to say no to being on television if he had to be, but Rebecca would do her best to handle most of the attention so he did not have to deal with more spotlight than he could comfortably tolerate.
As much as Becca wanted to be optimistic about the motivations of their invitation, Gawain’s doubts made sense. Kovács was not a champion of the underrepresented an oppressed. Maybe he did see this as a move for political clout, though that sounded off to Becca. If his base was conservative, would a move like this bolster him? It seemed odd to think about, like the thought was hard to even put together.
Actually… thoughts were becoming hard to piece together in general. She vaguely heard Gawain stop his sentence and switch tracks mid-thought. Heard something? If she strained, she could hear a sound like air ventilation in the cabin, but it was harder and harder for her to focus on that sound.
Oh no. ”Gawain… pull us into…” She was too late. Before she could propose an escape through the divider, Becca lost consciousness…
By the time they noticed the hissing, it was too late. Gawain tried to fight the growing dizziness, but even if he could focus his eyes there was no time to find a good reflection and...
... and then they were out.
There was no telling how much time passed before consciousness slowly returned. Gawain groaned, blinking awake, feeling like a building had been dropped on is head. He was lying on some kind of a soft, fuzzy surface. Definitely not a bed.
Memories of the car came crashing down, and adrenaline finally cut through the haze. Gawain pushed himself upright, looking around.
"Becca?!"
Only after seeing the familiar red hair nearby did he get a better look at their surroundings. Green turf, large open space, bright lights, circular walls...
Wait, was this a football stadium? What the hell? Gawain shifted to his knees, his gear rattling as he moved. Well, at least he still had the bow and arrows. And his X-men uniform. What the hell? Was this how they wanted them to make a statement?...
"Becks, are you okay?... What the hell is going on?"
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Consciousness returned gradually, with the grogginess lingering as Rebecca came to slowly. Before her eyes opened, she felt the ground beneath her. Actual ground, with slight give and coated in springy, well-kept grass. She raised her head and before her eyes even opened, she felt the painful brightness of the lights around her.
This was like something out of a bizarre dream. She was back on a true football pitch for the first time since college, but she was in her costume. Her shield was on the ground in front of her. Gawain was, thankfully, waking up beside her.
How the hell did they get here, and what was on her neck?”
”Ah’m okay, Ah hink,” she muttered, her accent thicker than normal as her words bled together. ”Ah wish Ah knew. Th’ last thing Ah remember—“
Rebecca cut herself off, fumbling to grab her shield when she saw something in the corner of her eye. Overhead, gliding along on one of the cords was… a camera?
Before she could think to question why the camera’s in this abandoned stadium were active, an impassioned voice boomed over the speaker system in Hungarian. Rebecca knew only bits and pieces of the language, but listened for keywords; in the pit of her stomach, she knew what she was listening for. ”Ladies and gentlemen! Humans of our great nation! You have heard of us. Heard the rumors of our cause, but dared not hope in the face of a world that seeks to diminish us. We are the First Men.”
Rebecca’s eyes went wide as she shook her head, trying to wake herself up. She had learned the name in their native tongue so she could recognize when First Men were mentioned. The name only reaffirmed her fear. ”Thes was a trap. Th’ First Men set us up, Mirror.”
The lights were bright, but whatever they used to knock them out at least did not seem to have any lasting effects beyond general fuzziness. Gawain got to his feet, checking his equipment, and looking at Becca as she picked herself up too. He was about to talk, but he got cut off by the sound of a male voice saying something in dispassionate Hungarian. He recognized First Men, but not much else.
>>”Thes was a trap. Th’ First Men set us up, Mirror.”
"Sure looks like it." he frowned, raising his voice at the camera "So, what's the plan here, assholes? You need a bit more people for a soccer game!"
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It was only after Gawain antagonized their enemies that Rebecca realized, across the pitch, there were men standing proudly. It was hard to tell from a distance, but they were each other carrying or wearing some piece of technology. That was concerning.
The voice continued to boom, foreign to Becca. “Some of your leaders would paint us as terrorists. Extremists. I ask you, in the face of freaks who use their powers to commit crimes, claim superiority, or in the case of our X-Men friends here, impose authority in countries not their own… what is extreme about protecting the interests of mankind? And make no mistake… in the face of the looming mutant threat, the First Men ARE here to protect you. Mutants might have corrupting powers, but mankind’s strength lies in ingenuity. The First Men are here to prove no mutant, regardless of their powers, can stand against the might of humanity united!”
It was amazing how, despite a language barrier, the tone of fascism needed no translation. ”Weel, whatever their game is… dae we stick aroond?” Was that their plan? Make the X-Men run, painting them as weak cowards? ”Ah say we keep uir guard up, bit stand uir groond til we know whit they’re up tae.”
“Oh look, the muties are gonna be brave,” one man called out as he stepped closer. "That'll just make it better when we bury you." He was wearing some apparatus that encompassed his shoulders and extended to fists covered in… not metal. Maybe it was some kind of polymer, but she could not sense metal on him—on any of them. It was odd though… even the metal she could sense felt like… it was hard to describe. If it was a sight, she would be straining and squinting to make things out clearly.
”Mirror… be oan yer guard. Somethin’ feels aff abit this.” Well, understatement of the year.
Gawain was not sure if he was supposed to be worried about the thugs decked out in technology, or relieved that he could at least see an enemy to fight. He had been in various murder house type situations, and he was not looking forward to a stadium-sized fascist Danger Room exercise.
>>“Some of your leaders would paint us as terrorists. Extremists. I ask you, in the face of freaks who use their powers to commit crimes, claim superiority, or in the case of our X-Men friends here, impose authority in countries not their own… what is extreme about protecting the interests of mankind? And make no mistake… in the face of the looming mutant threat, the First Men ARE here to protect you. Mutants might have corrupting powers, but mankind’s strength lies in ingenuity. The First Men are here to prove no mutant, regardless of their powers, can stand against the might of humanity united!”
"Okay, so I got 'mutant', 'extreme', 'X-men', and 'First Men.'" Mirror blinked, keeping an eye on the thugs "I think I can fill in the rest."
>>"Weel, whatever their game is… dae we stick aroond? Ah say we keep uir guard up, bit stand uir groond til we know whit they’re up tae.”
"I think we are on camera. Which means, there is no way in hell we are coming out of this right." he frowned, pulling an arrow as the thugs began to advance.
>>“Oh look, the muties are gonna be brave. That'll just make it better when we bury you."
"Look, that one speaks English!"
>>”Mirror… be oan yer guard. Somethin’ feels aff abit this.”
"Whatever do you mean?" he noted with a tad of sarcasm, then his eyes narrowed as he took in the tech "... would it be too much to hope that they are decked out in metal?"
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”Nae metal,” she confirmed begrudgingly, before adding, ”Ah’m pretty sure at least. Ah dunno, Ah hink th’ drug is still throwin’ me aff ur something.” Or something was what worried her.
Valkyrie thought it might be best to get off the ground; hovering gave her a greater range of movement and dodging possibilities, which she might need soon. Her magnetism pulled on the harness beneath her costume and the metal in her boots and gauntlets.
“Careful not to fly too high, birdie,” one man sneered in Hungarian, (and thus it was utterly lost on the Scot.) The man raised a large pipe-like weapon that almost seemed like every drawing of a bazooka Becca had ever seen. Well. Problematic.
Except instead of an explosive rocket or grenade, a small orb launched out and broke open, leaving dozens of jagged projectiles to scatter. Valkyrie dipped to the left, hoping to avoid the edged objects. One caught her in the bicep, but it was a grazing hit at best. She could handle that.
And then she felt a sharp barb dig into her back.
With a shout, she pushed herself away on instinct and glanced back, realizing these projectiles, whatever they were, were somehow tracking her movements and adjusting their course. Cursing under her breath, she forced herself higher, hoping to find out how far she could go before these things would leave her alone.
She heard another shot and raised her shield in an attempt to shrink her body to block rather than avoid this incoming flurry. All the while, she had to keep an eye out for anyone else who turned their attention to her, simultaneously hoping she was taking some attention away from Mirror on the ground.