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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
>> ”Y’d think oh I just change sexes but I’m still a man in here, but y’ might have noticed I don’t move exactly like I’m jus’ a man in a woman’s body. Often, especially if my focus is elsewhere, it’s like my body will move some on its own. I’ll move in more feminine ways, select more feminine attire, an’ so on. Like this body has a mind of its own... Y' movin' more t' gender neutral as y' power becomes more common knowledge?"
"Not sure gender neutral is... what I'd call it" Gawain shrugged. "But now I have a kid who switches other people as well, so the shifting... has gotten more random. And yeah, I feel the same way you do, it's not... as clear cut as people believe. I jsut got very used to keeping up appearances since childhood." Then again, Maya had never been the daintiest of feminine women.
Ranger moved on to giving a demonstration of her powers. Which was... quite impressive. Seeing her shift was one thing - that never stopped amazing Gawain - but the extra muscles were also... a lot. He whistled as the panels backed away, and Ranger, now a man, took on his normal size.
>>”I cain’ control the swap, but my power does. It’s like it decides what is needed f’r the immediate situation and changes me t’ it.”
"Holy sh*t. Well, that's something else." He arched an eyebrow. "So... you shift randomly, depending on what comes your way in a fight?"
>>”That sounds like a brilliant way t’ go about it. Especially when y’r born with the power... What’s got y’ questionin’ it lately?”
It was... a way to do it. Not a bad one, and his mother had done the best she could. Gawain didn't mind having two identities, even though they had become obsolete the more people found out the truth. He shrugged, watching Ranger undress.
"Yeah well... it worked because I always shift at midnight. I don't have control over it, but it's predictable." Gawain noted. "But it is... strange, after a while, carrying two identities. I have talked to... shifters lately who don't take the whole... gender binary thing so strictly." A lot had changed in thirty years. Gawain smirked at Ranger.
>>”Yeah. I can learn t’ work with bein’ a woman. This weirdly idn’ the first time.”
Gawain arched an eyebrow. That statement was weirdl less shocking than it should have been a few years ago. Apart from Iris giving people random powers willy-nilly (and sometimes changing Sam into a girl and Becca into a pretty hot dude), there were now more new ways than ever to change genders by mutant and magical means.
>>”It’s the switchin’ that gets me. T’ me, I’m always me, but t’ others I’m sometimes me sometimes other me... How d’ y’ manage it?”
Gawain chuckled, watching the room work its magic.
"I was born like this." He admitted, folding his hands. "Mom's a shifter too. She decided to give me two separate identities... tell people I was a set of twins. We moved around a lot so she mostly got away with it... that's how I was raised. Gawain and Maya. That's still the official story... although lately I have been questioning it."
>>”Long story short, a mystic dorked up my powers.”
Gawain let out a groan. Of course they did. Mystics messing with powers was the new normal. It was still a sore spot since Iris had been attacked.
>>”Sveta sent me after Samuel Travis. I tracked him down and my team an’ I stormed his hideout. I caught him by surprise an’ he used an unfinished spell on me. I think my power goin’ wild would have ripped me apart but another mystic stabilized it. It idn’ just some spell though. There’s no lingerin’ magic. This is part of my power now.”
Gawain blinked, pausing as they reached the door to stare at Ranger.
"Travis did this?!..." Damn that man. Who the hell did he think he was...?
Right. Ranger. He had gone after Travis. Sam mentioned it... before they caught Travis. Now it made sense.
>>”Half my power seems bound t’ my normal form. Half my power is bound t’ this one… where I look almost like my wife. But shorter.”
The door opened, and they walked into something that looked like the upgraded version of the Danger Room. Gawain whistled as he walked in; what Ranger was saying was at least as interesting as the setting. "That's gotta be interesting..." He wondered what it would be like if Maya looked like Becca. Other than... hot?
"So... you shift back and forth? Is that why you called me?"
>>”Howdy. I’m Michael Hunter. Ranger. Y’ might can see why I reached out t’ y’.”
Oh. Oh. Gawain blinked, looking at the woman. So there was a reason she looked familiar... the way Maya probably looked familiar to people who knew Gawain. A gender-shifter.
Gawain followed Ranger down the hallways of Haven, noting the confusion at the front desk. This whole thing had to be fairly new.
>>”Just as odd f’r my staff as it is f’r me I think… C’mon. I cleared us a place t’ chat where there aren’t pryin’ ears.”
"Alright" Gawain nodded, sneaking glances at the woman next to him. "So... you want to tell me how this happened? Is this a new power set...? Or a spell or something?"
Liz started to cry. Maya's heart sank. She knew the feeling. There had been a lot of chaos and confusion that day, but she knew Liz had taken part in the battle, through the animals she commanded, bringing flying mystics down.
Maya shifted to sit next to Liz, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
>>"Failure is backing down from the enemy when he comes for you and your children. Failure is the abdication of your duties to protect and serve others. Failure is turning your back on the people who depend on you. I saw no failure that day."
"I know what it feels like." Maya said quietly. "Doing everything right, doing what was needed... and the Mansion was still destroyed... We... fought something that was evil, and won, but... we broke the rules. Killed people. We don't kill, we are not supposed to..." she swallowed. "And... we couldn't protect... the safety. The Mansion was supposed to be a sanctuary, no matter what... And we couldn't keep that promise." Not even to the ones that had not been there. Like Iris.
The email had been strange, to say the least. Mirror had a general idea of who Ranger was, mostly from Sam, and because they had done the rounds in similar circles, walking the line between the vigilante business, Haven, and other... related fields. But still, the email was unexpected. Mirror rarely met people who had similar powers (whether it was teleportation or gender shifting, not to mention the movie walks). And yet, Sam vouched for the man, so here Gawain was, walking into Haven's main building. His relationship to Haven had soured since the attack on Iris, but he knew they had been doing their level best to rectify the mistake.
He did blink when he saw the familiar woman waiting for him at the front desk. Gawain was dressed in his everyday clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, wearing the somewhat drawn expression of a permanently sleep deprived parent. Michael Hunter was nowhere to be seen. "Uh... hi. Gawain Morris. Ranger's expecting me?"
Well, that was a loaded question. Maya buried her face in her mug, letting the others speak first. Not that she needed to think, she knew what the answer was.
>>"It's all a blur. Too many things too quickly. And I was in so many heads. More than I've ever done before. Just...all mashed together and...yeah... Failing."
Failing. She felt the same, but now that Liz said it, Maya found she couldn't see a single thing Liz had failed at.
>>"It scares me. The powers the Welldrinkers unleashed, that they commanded, and the powers that we retaliated with."
She could relate to that too. The powers the Welldrinkers had were formidable. The powers they used... on Becca, on Kalos, on Iris, were still the stuff of Mirror's nightmares. She nodded. Rex was a mystic. And he was still scared.
And then Gemma looked at her, and Maya shrank.
"It's the first time I ever killed someone." She said quietly. Technically, people had reminded her - she hated that - she hadn't. She just placed a person in a mirror and let Carrick smash it. But it was a dumb technicality.
>>"I understand, I have two children myself. I am Rex Vidales. And you are?
Maya offered Rex a warmer smile. Another parent. One that had showed up to help save the Mansion... or at least the people who lived in it. Good people, in Maya's book, everyone who fought on their side. "Maya Grey-Morris. People know me as Mirror. Or Gawain.... Gender shifter." She waved a hand. Gemma's aura was currently canceling powers in the room, but that didn't worry Maya much. She could tell Liz was adjusting, though.
"Yes... sounds good." She nodded. She was curious how this would all go.
>>"I am amused you assume you even know the real me. You misconstrued my motivations, you fail to see the danger you put everyone around you in as you casually use power you clearly barely control… “
Maya glared at the mystic, hands balled into fists. It took every ounce of self-control not to clock them again. The key was used once more and... it didn't look like it was doing a good job. They finally got a face, a different face... and something that reminded her of the battle for the Mansion.
>>”The spell is breaking down. This is the best you will get.”
"So what was that about using powers you barely control?" Maya tilted her head, voice dripping with sarcasm.
>>”I know enough. I know you built a life as Travis and now it is being destroyed. You ran into a friend of mine. He found your hideout and your notes. While I don’t understand it you bet when Becca and the other magic users we know get a hold of the notes they will have a way of getting Iris back to normal.”
Maya glanced at Sam. Was he bluffing, or was that really the case? Magic was a whole lot more complicated than mutant powers. She didn't like the diea of experimenting with it. Especially on Iris. She turned back to Travis.
"I didn't misunderstand your motivations. You are not special. You are just another one in a long line of jerks who think they can rid the world of mutants, whether you admit it or not. It's nothing we have not seen before. Except, you are also sloppy. So. Last time I am asking. Can you undo your own spell, or are we calling in the Veil now?"
"You are really trying my damn patience" Maya snapped as Travis took on a celebrity's face. Was this a game for him? Was he just playing for the heck of it? The thought made her grit her teeth, and from the way the room chilled, Sam was none too happy either. "Change back. Quit f*** around."
Maya stood, shaking her head, tense. She was ready to leap if the man tried anything. "I'll be better once he changes Iris back."
While Sam took care of Iris, Maya patted down the fake Becca. She found two more knives, which she tossed aside, and two keys. Keys. She held those up.
"Sergeyeva told me you use these to change. So change. Take off my wife's face and then we can talk."
"Oh, hell no" Maya was not going to let this guy walk. If he couldn't be reasoned with to undo the spell... she'd find another way. The man didn't have the leverage he thought he did.
The air chilled around them. Sam had arrived. Maya looked up, hearing Iris giggle in the hallway.
>>”Not in that position. I’m sure couples counseling could help. Is this about Afoie? She asking about me again?”
"Don't let Iris see this!" Maya snapped. Luckily, the girl was distracted by making a snowman outside. Once the door was closed she sighed. "It's not Becca, asshole is just wearing her face. It's Travis. The guy who attacked Iris." She frowned. "Come back to finish the job."
>>”And I agree. She is not broken. Thanks. To. Me.”
"Watch it." Maya snarled. She did not have patience left, and she was not sure how far the man could push her before she buried that knife in something vital.
>>”That… Is good leverage. So what happens to me after I break the ch- the spell?”
"What the hell do you think?" Maya waited. She wondered what he imagined his fate would be. "You get arrested for assaulting a child. And you get a very, very public trial." She smirked. "I'm sure we can rustle up some other charges along the way. And my wife will inform the Veil. They probably have a few things to say to you as well." She scoffed. "That is... if you don't pull any more sh*t right now."
"Did you not hear me?" Maya growled. "My daughter is not broken."
The man was really pushing it. All she could see was white-hot rage, at the audacity, and the lack of any remorse or regret. She picked up the knife she had twisted out of the man's hand.
"And she's not a contagion."
She leaned forward, holding the knife so the mystic could see it.