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.
>>"We're gonna find a way tae fix this. This guy's a normal mystic; Ah refuse tae believe he can keep this seal up forever."
Maya knew Becca was right. But on the other hand, the guy being just a normal mystic was terrifying too. Because if that was true, than any mystic could do this to any mutant, anytime... She frowned. She had never met the man, but she knew his kind. Not mystics. Bigots. And she hated him.
>>"Ye dinnae mean that, Maya. He deserves justice, but... ye're nae a killer."
"Aren't I?" she said, more quietly, looking at her wife. It had been two days since the battle. In the midst of the exhaustion and the worries for Iris and grief for the Mansion, there was also the memory of putting the Cataclysm in the mirror. Knowing full well he would die.
Take solace. Maya had been telling herself the same thing. It rang hollow. Iris was not hurt, Maya was not even sure she had realized yet what had happened to her, although she had been more restless than usual. But Maya knew. She folded her arms as she turned to look at Becca, still trembling with raw anger. It was easier to be angry than to be scared.
"And if it doesn't go away?..."
She had just begun to wrap her head around Becca and Kalos not being mutants anymore. They were definitely handling it better than her. She still had nightmares about the time they were taken. And newfound worries about letting Aoife go free in the battle. And now there was someone else, in the wind, who had hurt Iris for whatever godforsaken bigoted reason...
>>"It's fucked. Ah know. It's something we cannae gae back and change."
"Well, if we wait a few days, maybe someone will f**k with the timeline too." Maya growled. Not being able to change things didn't exactly offer any relief to her current mental state. She really wanted to break something, but Becca closing the door reminded her they had a toddler sleeping next door. A toddler with no powers.
"It's not even about her powers." She responded to her unspoken thought. "I don't... that's not the worst part. The worst part is a goddamn stranger doing anything to her, without us being there... without anyone seeing... what the actual f**k is wrong with these people? Was blowing up a goddamn school not enough?!"
"Oh she's furious is she?" Maya snapped. She knew deep down she was handling this poorly, but she had no reserves left to control her anger. Haven, parading as their savior, had let them down. In the worst possible way. Knowing that she was not going to be able to control her volume, Maya walked out to the kitchen before Becca could reach her. That was the farthest point from the bedroom. "F**K!" She swore, leaning on the counter. She tried to control her breathing. Becca. Kalos. Now Iris. After the battle, after losing their home... Once again, no one was safe.
>>"There was a man sheltering in Haven; a mystic."
Maya let out an exhale, trying to keep her composure. And failing. She ran her hands through her hair. She knew where this was going now. The fact that Iris' powers were blocked, not taken, barely put a dent in the wave of anger she felt. A goddamn mystic. in Haven. She barely heard the rest of it.
>>"He'll be found, and we'll undae this hex if it doesnae fall off on its own first."
"You're telling me" her voice was quiet, trembling with barely contained fury; her fingernails dug into her palm. "That Haven let a goddamn cultist put his hands on my daughter?"
Maya fed Iris and then just held her until she went down for a nap. Everything around them was new and strange in the apartment they had been given, but Iris was a good sleeper at least. She sat by the bed, lost in thought as she watched her daughter sleep. At least she was alright, Maya reminded herself. Iris was not hurt or ill or scared. Just... a little girl with no powers.
When she heard Becca come in, she left the bedroom and pulled the door closed. Becca's words made her heart sink.
Maya was still grappling with the news. According to Doc... something... someone had turned Iris' powers off. She thought the same thing as Becca: they had left the children at Haven. Someone there must have done it. The though made her sick.
"I'll take her." she reached for Iris. It felt important in that moment to hold her. "Go talk to Sveta. I'll... stay." As much as every part of her wanted to go and fight something, she knew she was not thinking clearly. And, in the end, this was about Iris. She needed to feel safe too.
The battle had just ended. Everything was a disaster. They had won... Maya suspected they had won, anyway. There were many injured and several mystics captured in the fight. The healers were working overtime. The Mansion was... gone. All of it. While Becca went to talk with the other mystics, all Maya could do was limp over to a pile of rubble and sit down, staring... at everything. Battles on this scale... she had never experience a battle on this scale.
She looked up at the voice, and saw Aura, back to her normal size, pink light flickering. Aura. Out of all people...
"Hey. You okay?" she called out to her. "That was... one hell of a power growth."
Iris pouted as the key disappeared from sight. She wanted the magic safe key. She reached out but the man stood up, holding out his other hand. Iris reached out, poking his hand with her fingers. "Ta!" If they were done with the shiny key, they could always play tag. But... surprisingly, the dots didn't appear on him. Iris inspected her own hand for a moment. Where had the dots gone? It was not sleepy time yet. Tag things went away with sleepy time. She reached out again to touch his hand. "TA!"
The dining room and the kitchen were filled with the smell of wonderful breakfast food, and the sounds of chatter. Like a family breakfast. Gawain wished he could enjoy it like he used to, to greet the trainees joining the ranks of the X-men, defending people and standing for everything he believed in.
Except, Gawain was not sure he believed in all those things anymore.
Still, he tried to put on a good face. Today was not about him, or the two-months-long quest to catch the guy who'd locked Iris' powers away. Today was about Luna and Skye and Praxi. And the X-family. When Gawain showed up in the kitchen soon after Liz, he definitely looked worn, sporting dark circles under his eyes, but he was smiling. Carrying a bowl of herb and garlic breakfast potatoes.
"Hey everyone" he looked around at all the friendly faces, placing the bowl on the table. "Becca's on mom duty, but she says hi. And she sent this." Becca also didn't want to join the party because she was not on the team anymore, but that was... a topic for another day. "Does anyone have coffee?..."
Iris looked at the key curiously. She was not unfamiliar with magic objects, ever since Mama and Sis started making them. And something that kept her safe from all the scary stuff sounded like a good thing. She watched curiously, giggling as the key passed through her clothes and then turned, making a sparkly and tingling sensation. The polka dots disappeared. Iris had goosebumps, which made her giggle again. She tried to grab the key. "You!" If she was safe now, he should be safe too.
Iris squealed and jumped as the key did something. The spark was funny and it made her giggle, but the taste it left was not to her liking. Iris scrunched up her face, spitting the key out and sticking out her tongue. It was not a good thing to chew on. It didn't taste like candy. She gave the man an accusing look. "Bad."
>>"Aww, ye shouldnae have. Maybe when we're done here, ye should look intae Dungeon Master stuff. The nae sexy kind,"
"Wait, there's a sexy kind?" Gawain took up a defensive position behind her. The scenario was programmed to evolve; he had no idea what was going to come out of where. Becca, on her part, was using the shield to block an attack.
>>"If Ah'm protecting ye, does that make ye mah damsel?"
"I prefer trophy husband" Gawain smirked, watching her react to the attacks. After the stone elemental, a pair of fire elementals sprung into action. "Eight o'clock!"
Of course Becca was worried. Maya was worried too. Having a kid was basically Worry Central non-stop, especially a mutant kid, especially a very bright and active toddler. Maya trusted to Doc to figure out what was going on. She squeezed Becca's hand. As Doc finally emerged, Iris hugged Becca, and Maya put a hand on the little one's back.
>>"What's the news, Doc?"
>>"It's... unusual. I've run tests and diagnostics, and I'm coming to the conclusion that her mutation is no longer active."
It felt like the floor had fallen out from under Maya's feet. Becca paled too, but she felt like someone had punched her in the chest. Not again...
>>"Like... it's gone?"
>>"What? Oh, no, heavens. Sorry, I should be more clear. Iris is still a mutant. Her X-Gene is still present. It is just... inactive."
What?
>>"Inactive? Does that really happen?"
>>"The X-Gene is a tricky thing. It's possible, but my preliminary belief is that something supressed her X-Gene."
Iris' mutation was inactive. Not gone. Maya's brain was already making up various scenarios about how a mystic could have gotten to her to take her powers away permanently, like they had done with Becca and Kalos... but Iris still had hers. It was just inactive. Something, effectively, had turned off her mutation. But what? Maya had only ever encountered three things that could do that: adapteds, power suppressing tech... and magic.
There was a logical way to go about this, but for the moment, Maya was grappling with her own emotions. Which felt like crap, given that she was supposed to be the adult that took care of Iris...
"Too many of them!" Maya called back, busy ferrying mystics into the reflections. She had lost count. Eventually most of them would fall out, either because she stretched her powers to their limits, or because Sam melted the ice. Did't matter. She just had to keep fighting. As Sam started piling up snow and ice, she moved out of the way... into an ice mirror that got hit with a bullet. "SHIT!" Maya rolled out into the wet grass, bleeding from a spiderweb of wounds on her side. "F**ers!" She struggled to her feet again, ducking for cover as she unhooked her bow. It was time to shoot back.
