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.
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.
Upcoming therapy sessions No. 15-98: "I beat up someone who looked like my wife."
The mystic went down; the slash narrowly avoided Maya's arm as she twisted his arm behind him. In a few moment, the mystic was face down on the ground, with Maya kneeling on his back, twisting his arms back, turning a wrist to make him drop knife and gun.
"You are not special." She hissed, leaning her weight on him. "We get ten bigots a week, trying to fix us, cure us, exorcise us, whatever the f*** they think we need. My daughter is a mutant. She is perfect. You are a sorry-ass one-man conversion camp. Undo the spell. Now."
"YOU PUT HANDS ON MY CHILD!" Maya roared as the man leapt towards the door. He was not going to make it. There was no way in hell that after attacking Iris, after evading Sam and Sergeyeva, after getting away from Ranger, that this man was going to walk out of here in any shape or form. Maya sprung up, grabbing a fistful of the long red hair the man was still sporting, yanking him back as she made a move to kick his legs out again.
The impact, for all its shattering force, was so satisfying. Maya drew back to see blood. Good. Blood and pain. He was going to live, but he deserved that much at least. She deserved that much. "You were never nice, you f**ing psycho." She spat, dropping low to swipe his legs with a kick. Fighting among scattered building blocks was definitely difficult terrain.
Maya had so much rage and adrenaline pumping through his system it felt like a third set of powers. She saw the knife, she saw the pistol, and she was going on instinct, more than a decade of Danger Room training carrying her through the blind rage of this man hurt my child. Becca's face was just insult to injury now - it wore an expression that was unlike her in every way. Maya twisted out of the way of the knife, moving inside rather than to the side, and blocked the pistol with her forearm, and then, never slowing down, moved to headbutt the mystic in the face at full force.
That... the sanctimonious, bigoted savior complex, that was the last straw. Maya went from coldly measuring up her opponent to lunging at him in a split second. She saw the knife. She had been trained in hand to hand combat since she was old enough to walk - first by an assassin-for-hire mother, for self-defense, and then by Sam. And other X-men. And more importantly - today, at least, she was a mother whose child had been attacked. And she had months of pent up rage to take out on this mystic.
The man pulled the trigger. Maya ducked on instict but she still felt the impact... and not much else. She looked down, making sure it was not just shock. No blood.
Magic.
She didn't feel a seizure or a burst of power coming on. Which meant it was probably another kind. The kinf Sergeyeva theorized about.
"Power dampeners?" she looked up, clicking her tongue. "Haven't done your homework, have you. Alright, before I beat you up the old fashioned way, here's the thing. I don't want to kill you. For two reasons. First, because my wife would divorce me, so you can thank her in your prayers and take her face off now." she frowned. "The other is that I need you to undo whatever you have done to my child. Immediately."
Maya watched the man who wore Becca's face - adding more fuel to the fire he had lit - draw a gun and a knife. She was already recalling everything Sam and Sergeyeva had gathered about how Travis operated. Magic. Guns. The knife that likely made Sam have some kind of a seizure. She was unarmed. She didn't care.
She smirked.
"Oh. Sam is not coming to attack you. Sam is coming to keep me from killing you. He really believes I'm the best of the X-men, and I shouldn't fall that low. Let's hope he gets here in time."
Iris toddled over to hug Maya's leg. She was feeling that uneasy thing again that she couldn't quite understand. Was it a game? Was Mimi angry? People said bad words when they were angry.
>>”Whit? it's me, becca… Ah to hell with it. You were supposed to be busy with the parade of delivery men. Two more minutes and I would have been gone and no one would have been any wiser.”
Maya felt blood drumming in her ears. Having Iris near her was better. She put a hand on her head.
>>”I’m not here to hurt anyone. I am a humanitarian, I’m the one who cured Iris and I was checking to make sure it had not harmed her. Spoiler, it hasn’t. You’re welcome”
Rage.
Rage so hot it turned around to ice cold.
"You are him." Maya said quietly, before leaning down. "Iris dear, please go find Uncle Sam, okay? Tell him Mimi has a guest and she said a bad word. Attagirl."
She made sure the toddler left the room before what would happen next.
The accent was bad. Maya might have missed it, but she had listened to countless hours of Becca making fun of fake Scottish accents while they watched movies, or back when she was doing her online stuff. And this one was... not Becca. Her face, her voice... not her accent.
Dread made her stomach sink.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Mimi said a bad wowd!" Iris declared, delightfully scandalized, and giggled.
"Mimi!" Iris beamed as Maya entered. She got up to reach out for her; having the other parent around alleviated some of her unspoken nerves.
Maya glanced around and noted the clouded mirror.
What the...
She paused. Looked back at Becca.
She might have missed the changes, the subtle differences... but she had spent enough of her life with Rebecca Grey-Morris to spot a fake Scottish accent from a mile away.
"Mama!" Iris gave her a big grin, although she watched curiously as reflections were dulled. "Mama?" Even in her tiny life, mirrors had been associated with Mimi, and they were a good thing. There was a sense of unease too vague for a three year old to voice. Iris held up some blocks instead. "Bwue?"
Maya had a similar sense. She had planned on emerging from the living room mirror like she always did... but it wasn't here. In the possible portals in the mirrorworld... it wasn't there. She emerged in the hallway instead, frowning. Did they put something over the mirror?... She walked through the door instead, noticing his wife with Iris on the floor.
