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.
>>”Sometimes I wish the mansion was bigger. When did you find out I was in here?”
"About two and a half minutes ago" Gawain grumbled, pulling up a chair. He was livid, but he also hated seeing Sam hurt. And the obvious look of guilt kinda took the wind out of his sails of fury.
>>”.... It was... I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was. I even had a boost from Muse and he still got away. Should have cleared the area from civilians first. He started firing hip shots. Was worried someone was going to get hit. I should have just laid him out without trying to get him to surrender peacefully.”
"Yeah well no sh*t." Gawain frowned. "Sam, why the hell were you out there with Sergeyeva and not with me?" Gawain still wanted to get his hands on the man. Desperately. He promised Becca not to kill him, but that didn't mean he didn't personally want to make sure he was off the streets for good.
Gawain hurried down the hallway to the Infirmary. Sam being there to be patched up was nothing new; Sam staying there, however, was a bit disconcerting. Especially because rumor had it he had had an altercation with a mystic. Sam and Mirror had loosened up on the whole hunting-mystics things since the battle... but there was one particular ***hole they both wanted to get their hands one. One that had done serious damage.
Gawain marched into the recovery room, seeing Sam laid up.
>>"It was an interesting power growth, though i'm very happy to be back to normal. Magic still makes my skin crawl"
"Yeah." At the moment, Maya was not a big fan of magic. Sure, they had used it to win the battle in the end, but... it had changed everything. All the rules of engagement.
>>"The battle reminded me of the old days in the woods and that....everyone i ever called family or was a close friend or i loved is either missing or dead except friend Lenna and Alex. Your the closest thing to family i have left and only then due to Alex."
Maya blinked, looking at Aura as she sat next to her. Out of all the people in the world, Aura calling her family... was not even in the top ten weirdest things today. She also felt a pang of guilt. She had been through a lot.
>>"Are you all right, my Reflective friend? The battle has cost you much"
"Yeah... no." she sighed. Her injury was not major, but the toll the battle took... was a lot. "The Mansion is gone... This... whole sh*t show almost broke reality. Again. And I... don't even know where we are sleeping tonight."
"Oh, thank god." Gawain got up and poured himself a large mug of coffee. It was not healthy to run on pure caffeine, and yet here he was. He had never been a big consumer before, but having a toddler, and... the past two months had made a convincing argument.
His face lit up, however, when Skye walked in. She was bringing donuts, and was... somewhat covered in them, glowing purple. Still, it was the first time Gawain saw her more than in passing since the battle. She used to be his trainee, before everything. There was a hint of guilt in him for abandoning her. She looked... less rough than he did. Still, he got up to offer her a smile and a hug. "Hey Skye. Welcome back."
Fireballs were flying everywhere. "Arrow." Maya agreed; she did not have time to look for Becca, or check on any of the teammates. It was pure chaos. She stuck by Shin, who summoned a shield. Maya took aim, just as another mystic, crackling with electricity, scored a hit at Shin, sending him flying backwards. "Shard!" Shit. Maya had had enough. She fired an arrow at the electricity mystic, then another one for good measure. Shooting not to kill was getting more annoying by the minute. Maya hit the electric guy in the shoulder and in the leg, and then through his side for good measure. Apparently, he was electric, but not super durable, losing grip on his spells as he went down. Maya turned as the fireball lady came back around for another volley. She fired an arrow, hitting her in the arm. The woman screeched, and Maya dove for Shin. "You okay?" It was time to move. Maya put one of the small mirrors she carried down, pulling Shin into it, so she could move them both a little way away, exiting one of the ice mirrors in some partial cover.
"Who thinks we could put the big bad in mirror jail for a bit?" she called into the comms.
Things were fast spiraling out of control. "Thanks Shard" Maya nodded as Shin came to the rescue, putting enough pressure on her wounds to allow her too keep fighting for now. Just in time too, because as Maya drew and arrow, another, much bigger and badder mystic made an appearance... and shot right at Becca. "Becks!... Where the f*** are they coming from?!" Maya yelled, feeling the sudden rage and the instinct to shoot to kill. The fire-and-air inferno would deflect her arrows, though, and she knew that. "Steel, where are you?" Maybe they could fight the fire with ice.
>>"Hey, hey. Mah feelings and mah mental health don't take priority. Ye got that?"
Maya nodded. In some cases, it did take priority; when Becca was a victim of an attack, for example. But she understood what she meant. And she was grateful to have a partner like her.
>>"We should get ye looked at. Ah'm sadly the wrong kind ay witch for this."
"I'll go to Doc." Maya muttered. She'd have her hand fixed, and then they'd get around to fixing everything else. But she wanted to spend a few more minutes leaning against Becca.
>>"Hey, babe? Ah'm sorry Ah made ye free Aoife. Ah believed we needed her, but it still wasnae fair tae ask ye tae dae it coz ye trust me. Ah dinnae want tae cause yer hurt like that again."
Aoife. Maya still had... a lot of feelings about her. In the chaos of the battle, it had been a hard decision to free her, one she could only make because she trusted her wife. She nodded again. "I know. I... thank you." It felt good that Becca acknowledged that, even if she would have never asked her to. Maya took a deep breath, looking up. "I love you. You know that?... I really do."
Becca wrapped her arms around her and Maya sank against her. She was not alone in this. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. In the end, even the anger was just a distraction, from how much it hurt, to be helpless when her family was in danger.
>>"There's nae shame in needing help tae be okay. Tae get through trauma. This is yer choice, love, but with all ye've been through... maybe it's time tae have someain tae talk to. A professional."
Becca had been seeing a therapist, ever since she'd lost her powers. And gained new ones. Maya had been supporting her, and it clearly helped her a lot. She herself didn't really have anything against therapy... It was a good thing. She just had not felt like dealing with it while Becca was going through it.
>>"Seeing my therapist has helped me deal with what happened. But Ah've been sae wrapped up in processing my grief and anger, Ah didnae recognize how much ye were holding in, love. Ah should hae supported ye better through this. Ah'm sorry."
"It wasn't your job." Maya sniffled, shaking her head. "You had to be okay first..." She was the one things happened to, after all. No one could expect her to deal with Maya feeling bad. That would have been all backwards. Maya swallowed. "But... thank you. I know... I'll need help with this." She sniffled, looking down at her hand, which looked pretty swollen now. "I think I broke my fingers..." she muttered, embarrassed.
Becca moved next to her, and she felt her hand on her arm. Touch was good. Maya was the kind of person who sought comfort in touching, and it made her shudder, some of the misery lightening at Becca's proximity.
>>"It's okay that you're nae okay, love. Please dinnae feel like ye cannae be upset. How ye feel is valid. It's shit that awful people did all this, and worse that we couldnae stop it. Ye want tae dae what ye can, and Ah love ye for that. It's been a shit two years, but we dae still get tae pick up those pieces together."
Maya drew a shuddering breath and shifted to lean against her wife. Becca was somehow the more level-headed of the two of them, stereotypes about red-headed Scottish girls notwithstanding. Maya felt like a mess, especially when she didn't have anything to punch. That's how she ended up sitting on the kitchen floor. "Someone hurt Iris..." she muttered quietly, pain clear in her voice. "It's our entire job that she's... safe, and happy, and..." she choked, tears spilling from her eyes. "She's so small..."
It was hard to put words to these things. It was hard to voice feelings, Maya could tell it was hard for Becca too. They had talked about this before, but now, compounded by the battle, Iris, the Mansion, everything, Mirror was feeling them all over again.
>>"Ah know you've done your best tae be supportive. Ah just hate being on a list of ways we've lost. Ah fucked up by nae seeing the trouble for what it was and letting Kalos get involved. But Ah also got us out of that warehouse. We kept Kalos out of the hands of the cult. We found a way to win, but that day's a loss because of what they took?"
Maya winced. She knew she had more to process about Becca losing her mutation. About anyone forcibly losing their powers, to be fair, and becoming a mystic on top of that. But still, that was not what this was about.
>>"Ah need this new part of me tae nae just be a reminder of what I lost. Just like Ah need the Mansion we rebuild nae tae be a testament to our failure. We lost things, but we won. Just like we'll win when we track down this rogue asshole."
Maya sighed, feeling miserable. The sense that she did not have the right to be upset about this was back. It was unfair to make this harder on Becca than it already was. If she had had more self-control left after this mess, she would have been better at packing it away. She should have been. "I'm sorry. You're right." She folded her arms on her knees. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean... I hate reacting to things that already happened. It feels like they get to do what they wanted to do, and we keep picking up the pieces after them." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I just... I'll be okay."
>>"Nobody won, Maya. Terrible things were done by terrible men, and a lot of misled people have blood on their hands. And we had to cross lines we hate to prevent more pain."
Maya tilted her head up to look at Becca, sitting above her on the counter. It did feel like they were winning, whatever one called it. They wanted to hurt people, and they succeeded. They wanted people to be scared, and they were. They wanted to take things away, important things, and they took them without remorse. Everyone else was only reacting. She frowned. Becca went on.
>>"Maya... Ah need ye tae stop talking about me like a casualty. Ah'm nae dead. Ah lost mah mutation, and Ah've had tae unpack that. It was a huge part ay who Ah was, but it's a part Ah lost. Ah've been trying tae come tae terms with that. Hae ye?"
She blinked, looking at her wife. "What..." Well, this was shittier than he thought. Maya turned, still sitting on the floor, to look up at her. "You think I'm upset because of your mutation?... Jesus, Becca. I'm upset because they kidnapped my wife and child and took something from you. I'd still want them dead if they took your f*** kidney or something. This is not about you being a mystic."
She was. She had been all her adult life, and for the longest time, she knew what that meant. They both did. And now, she was still an X, and Becca was not. She was a mystic. And not on the team anymore. Maya still had her wife, but she had lost a teammate.
"I know." She sighed, head falling back against the counter behind her. She flexed her fingers. Something might have broken there.
"They keep winning." She said in a bitter voice. "They got to you, to Kalos, to Iris..." she choked. The little one hurt the most. She did. Becca had put up a fight, and Kalos chose, for better or worse. But Iris... she didn't even know what was happening to her. And Maya had not been able to help any of them. This was a nightmare. "... they blew up the Mansion. They took everything... even when I kill a goddamn Supreme, they win."
Maya knew it was a mistake to snap at Becca; none of this was her fault. In fact, she was the one attacked by mystics and changed forever, not Maya. She was being unfair, she knew it, and it made her feel worse. She didn't have the right to be more upset than Becca.
>>"It sucks being the bigger person, but that's the shit deal mutants get. Ye think Ah dinnae hate the bigots that come after our family and friends? Ah dinnae care that ye killed the Cataclysm, okay? He was a godsdamned serial killer bigot. If the choice was him or you, then he deserves tae be dead."
Maya ran her hands through her hair again. This was a mess. And she had no idea how to make her way back from it.
>>"But nae every cultist is a killer. Some were taught tae be scared or had their brains fucked with til they saw the world wrong. Sam was raised tae be a weapon; should he hae been killed before he got the chance tae get right?"
Maya winced, glaring at Becca. She knew she was right, and it hit a spot. And she heard the unspoken part too.
>>"And if ye undae all your work with the X-Men. Dae ye think the news wouldnae love tae run with a story of a rogue X premeditated hunting down and killing folks? It's nae fair, but ye know that's how it'd gae."
Maya glared some more, because there was no argument to be made. Becca was right. But there was still a lot of shit to work through. Maya groaned, pacing a few steps like a caged animal, and punched the tiles on the wall, which proved to be a bad idea. But the pain was a welcome distraction. "F**K!... Ow, f**k." She sucked her teeth, and finally slid down with her back against the counter, sitting with her knees up, hands in her hair. "What am I supposed to do...?"
>>"Not every situation can be as clean cut as ye want it. The Cataclysm wasnae just a monster; he was a threat. Ye did what ye did tae keep us all safe."
She had. She knew Becca was right. Well... mostly... right. After that battle, after leveling the Mansion and taking everything from them just out of pure evil and spite, Maya hated the Cataclysm. That was the worst part. Because she wanted him to die.
>>"If ye hae tae cross that line tae protect our family... Ah understand. But ye're nae a killer. Ye're a good person who had tae take a life. If ye hunt this man down tae kill him... that's a killer. Dinnae let this guy or The Cataclysm turn ye intae something ye hate."
Maya bit her lips, folding her arms tighter. There was a storm of emotions she was trying to control, and failing at it. She knew none of this was Becca's fault; she was the voice of reason. She just hated reason in this moment.
"You know, I hate that argument." she snapped. "These... people, one after the other, just show up and... try to kill us, they hurt our kids, they blow up our home, they f*** bend reality to wipe us out, and they just keep merrily f*** wreaking havoc, and when we fight, we keep f*** bending over backwards to make sure they are not hurt, because that makes us the bad guys? F*** that. I'm so f*** tired of that!"
It didn't feel different. Maya new that Becca loved her, and she was the kindest person she knew anyway. She could even forgive Aoife somehow, for what she had done to her. All in all, Becca was a better person. She would find an excuse for Maya too.
"I did the one thing the X-men don't do." she noted, shaking her head. She had faced monsters before. All kinds. Hell, she'd faced down Aoife, and managed to only shoot her in a non-lethal way. "And Iris..." she bit her lips. "I'd do it again." If it came to that, to keep her safe. They didn't know what this man was planning, or capable of.
