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.
Maya watched like a hawk as Travis inserted the key. It felt wrong, allowing someone to do that - especially wrong, allowing Travis to touch her again. Iris made a whining noise... then, there was a flash of light. Suddenly, little horns were poking out from the red curls, and a little tail popped out from under Iris' dress. Her skin turn a rosy pink. Iris giggled, swishing her tail, letting out a delighter sqeak. She looked like a little imp. Maya smiled softly, then grinned as her own appearance change along with the kid's. Horns, tail. Her grin grew devilish. "Good girl."
>>”This key will only ever work on her. Melt it down if you want it destroyed. Now if you will excuse me. Five minutes aren’t getting any longer.”
Maya took the key and pocketed it, picking up Iris again and walking to the door.
"He's all yours, Sam." she noted shortly. She glanced back from the door, swishing her tail. "What? I lied. Hate the sin, not the sinner. Bye, Travis. The Veil will take good care of you."
>>”Five minutes is plenty. It is a deal. Now. Let me up, give me the key—the one I didn’t use on myself—and bring in the child. You both can stay to observe. I will let you spin whatever narrative you want. I don’t want to spook the child.”
"F*** you, Travis." Maya spat, getting up and heading to the door. Whatever his justifications were, she was done with all of it. Done with him pretending he cared about Iris at all.
>>”You sure about this?... You go and get Iris then. I’ll wait here with...”
Maya left the room. She knew Sam was not going to kill Travis in the meantime - mostly because Sam had a code, and if anyone was going to kill Travis, he would leave the decision up to her. Iris was still chasing a snowman around in the hallway. Maya picked her up, holding her close. "Come on baby, let's get your powers back."
She returned to the room. Iris was not much shaken by all the ice and the clone; she had seen them before, the whole thing belonged to Uncle Sam. The strange woman, however, gave her a start, and she clung to Maya. "It's okay, Iris. Mimi and Uncle Sam are right here." she murmured. She knew Sam probably laid down the law with Travis while she was out getting Iris. She knelt, still holding Iris, next to Travis. "I don't have to tell you what will happen if you try anything other than unlocking her powers." She gave him a glare. "Do it."
>>”Look. I could undo the spell, and maybe the Veil could. I have never seen another mystic work power like I do. So while it might could be done it might be dangerous to the child to experiment.”
Maya sneered. Travis raising the issue of experimenting on children was just... rich. But he was not wrong. The Veil would have to start from scratch.
>>”I do not want any harm to come to the child. I do not want to get rid of mutants. I have nothing against mutants. It is your mutations that are the issue and I have proven I can, with cooperating, cure the afflicted… Yes, you don’t see it that way."
"Give me a f*** break" Maya growled. "I am a lesbian as well as a mutant, you think you invented 'hate the sin, love the sinner'? I am done with this."
>>"Fine. All I ask is for a head start before you call the police and I will ‘fix’ Iris. If I am as sloppy as you say you will have no issue recapturing me and putting me behind bars.”
>>”Maya... I’ll let you make the call. To me it sounds like he’s backed into a corner knows it. My understanding of it, he needs to put some magic into her to keep her from getting her powers back.”
Maya glared. Every fiber of her being rebelled against giving Travis what she wanted. Sam was right, Irish might get her powers back without new magic... but was she willing to risk it? "F*ck." She frowned. She was a parent first.
"Fine. You fix Iris, and you get five minutes. After that, I will hunt you down."
>>”I’m not sure what I’m goin’ t’ do with regards t’ appearances. Do I just own it an’ be one person with two faces publicly, ‘r be closer t’ two people. Even with simple things. Like names. T’ my kid I’m Dad but also sometimes Mom.”
"Iris calls me Mimi." Gawain smirked. The kid was going to grow up with a definition of gender very different from her parents'.
>>”More ‘r less. I’ve experimented a little. Seems like whatever my power feels is most necessary t’ keep me alive is the default. An’ each form can do different things. Strength, bone toughness, slash ‘r puncture resistance, enhanced sight. All male powers. Speed, abrasion resistance, electrical ‘r thermal resistance, enhanced hearin’. All female powers. Breathin’ enhancement seems t’ work in both forms.”
Gawain whistled. That was an impressive set of powers, even without the shifting.
>>”So in theory I can take a bullet. I used t’ be able t’ do it. Pretty instantaneously my skin would change. Now, it’s delayed if I have t’ switch.... The switches can be taxin’ if they happen too close t’gether.”
"Jesus Christ." Gawain did not want to venture to guess how Ranger found that out. He had been electrocuted before, and it was a bitch. He sighed, nodding. "I used to shift while asleep, because I always shift at midnight... I hated being awake for it. I'm getting used to it now, but... yeah. Yours is the same but on steroids... Not sure I could shift during battle."
>> ”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."
