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.
Mirror headed to the office, and Hercules followed.
>>”Is Elizabeth’s office around here as well? I should like to gift her flowers upon my next visit for suggesting this!”
Gawain smirked, nodding. "Down the hall that way. I'm sure she'll love them." He made a mental note to talk to Liz about her... very impressive boyfriend.
>>”How long have you been part of the faculty at this school? I also heard that the school has been attacked in the past.”
"Faculty?" Mirror thought about it as he opened the office door and ushered Hercules inside. "Couple of years. But I basically grew up here. Came to the school when I was sixteen. And now my wife and kids live here too." It felt like a whole lifetime ago. Gawain busied himself in making some more space in the office littered with folders and boxes. Angua, the large Irish wolfhound poked her head in the door; even with her size, she was dwarfed by Hercules. Mirror scratched her ears. "Coffee? Tea?" he asked the man.
>>”Ah! Excellent! The student has become the master then! It would be wonderful to challenge you! You don’t look much stronger than Sam of the Frost”
Gawain made a mental note to talk to Sam about this guy. Just to see his face when he heard about the whole 'student becomes the master' thing.
>>”Not that I can tell. He specializes in magic. Healing and summoning to be exact. A bright boy, and a hard worker! I think being around other children with gifts should be good for him!”
"Oh f*** me" Gawain muttered under his breath. Sure, William would not be the first mystic student at the Mansion... That was Kalos. But he was still not sure they were prepared for an influx of little Perry Hotter wannabes, and all that would entail. "Well, um... why don't we go talk in my office?" he decided. It was going to be a longer conversation. He turned, leading the way down the hall towards the offices.
>>”Gawain Morris... My young master! He is arriving to his teenage years and is a brilliant young man. Not very challenged in his current school and doesn’t get along that well with the other students. I know how important a positive learning environment can be and I have already met a few of the teachers!”
Ookay, then. The glowing giant was up to date on modern education. And had a young... master. What was he, a butler? Bodyguard? God, Gawain sure hoped it was one of those two.
>>”I am the lone protector and guardian of the boy until his mother recovers from her accident. Something that seems impossible. Even your healer couldn’t help her.”
Oh, right. Doc's kidnapping.
>>”I know you don’t have a magic curriculum here but the young mast- William. Is a bright young man and is eager to learn. I shall find him a tutor in the mystic arts elsewhere!”
Wait, mystic arts?
>>”Are you a teacher Gawain Morris? That was a strong grip. Have you bested Sam of the Frost in combat?”
"I am. Sort of. And yes" he smirked "Sam trained me." And he had trained Mirror well. Still, there were more pressing topics to circle back to. "So... um. Your... William. He's not a mutant, then? He's a mystic?"
>>"Me!?!? Do you not know? I am Hercules! Son of Zeus! Protector of mortals! Strongest of the gods! Boyfriend to Elizabeth Communicator of animals! I am sure you have heard of my trials before!”
"Wait you're dating L..." Gawain was saved by his finely honed reflexes, as the button whizzed past his head. "... that almost put an eye out" he muttered. So, the large hunk of magic body art calling himself Hercules was Liz's new beau?... Go figure.
>>”My business is with Sam and Sam alone!”
"Trust me, dude, Sam and Liz are not a th..."
>>"Apologies. I forget myself. Elizabeth would not be happy if she knew I was impolite. Fear not! I have bested him once already in combat and that is not the reason I am here today! I wish to enroll my master in this school!”
Wow, this guy was really giving 110% a 100% of the time. Gawain blinked, cautiously accepting the hand. Now he was kind of glad Sam did not make an appearance.
"Um. Okay. Well, hi. My name's Gawain Morris. I work here. So you are... seeking to enroll... whom, exactly?"
"We *seriously* need to update the security systems around here" Gawain grumbled, hurrying down the hallway towards the foyer. Someone had banged the doors open and was now bellowing for Sam. Did not sound like one of his ex-girlfriends, unless Sam had changed in more ways than one recently.
"Excuse me..." he skidded to a halt, looking at the large bulk of a man standing in the foyer. Thanks to the Iris roulette, today Gawain had a prehensile monkey tail twitching nervously behind him. The man looked familiar. Not personally, but Gawain had seen footage of him wreaking havoc around the Mansion.
"Um. Who are you again? And what do you want from Sam?"
Becca was relieved that Maya, while suddenly becoming a witch hunter, did not also take up interest in firearms. Honestly, she had never trusted them much, and liked them about as much as she did Aoife.
>>"Little victories. This still disnae feel real sometimes. Life was so quiet. By our standards, Ah guess."
"And our standards were pretty high" she smiled a little. Normal was... strange powers, a school full of children, alternate universes, vigilantes, nonstop chaos... and yet, looking back, it seemed cozy compared to what they had now.
>>"And now mah new normal means rituals and runes. And a Cult tae break."
"You know, if someone told me in theory that magic was coming back to the world, I would have been excited." she admitted. "I always loved the idea... but turns out the practice is... not all that fun." The practice of it being forced on mutants at the expense of their powers, that is. "People find the way to ruin the best things... Even literal magic. Damn."
>>"Children are chaos even without powers. We just have to try and manage it in positive directions"
"Indeed" Gawain chuckled. Iris used both hands to stuff the chew toy into her mouth, but the canines kept her from biting it too deep.
>>"I meant with a baby in the womb, but i will certainly take that warning to heart. Life's hard enough without having to learn to pee standing up,"
"Oh. No" Gawain laughed, flashing his canines, shaking his head. "My wife Becca carried Iris. Our other daughter is adopted. That was one experience I managed to avoid." He added, before he moved on to asking Mae about teaching at the Mansion.
>>"Getting to know and help shape the paths of the kids whose lifes we touch. History teaches you to learn from the world yes, but also from yourself. A good education and structure can make gets into functional adults as opposed to criminals and since they have powers it's more vital. Not that every kid does not need those, they do, but the kids have powers and i would guess many of them could be lethal or used to harm and the stable hand i can provide may well prevent that"
Gawain nodded. That was a good answer. Anyone who just came to the Mansion to lecture on a subject was kind of missing the point. Academics here were never quite divorced from the kids' powers and everyday lives.
>>"Do you take non mutant students?
"Occasionally. But they don't tend to stay very long" Gawain nodded. Sometimes young people had thought shelter in the Mansion for various reasons. And now... "Recently, we have also gotten a few who are... magic users. That's new, even for us."
Maya could tell Becca was not happy about the admission, and she was running out of forgiveness for the night. But they might as well talk about all of it at once.
>>"Ye really buried the lead tonight, ye know that?"
"Yeah." she frowned, looking away. She had not only captured Aoife and imprisoned her illegally, but she had also shot her. It did not look great. But she had her reasons.
>>"Aoife's dangerous. Ah get why ye had tae take extra measures in the moment. Ye have that bow for a reason. Unless ye're planning on tellin' me ye took mah handgun... Ye didnae, right? Ah'd assume nae, but ye're full of surprises tonight."
"You know I don't do guns." Maya shook her head. "She got an arrow in her side. I didn't hit anything vital." The b*** would, live, for better or worse.
>>"If you're apologizing for cryin, then dorn't. Ah'm always here for ye when ye need tae let yourself be vulnerable."
That was not exactly what she was apologizing for, but saying the reason out loud would have made it sound incredibly silly, even Maya knew that. She was just glad Becca seemed less angry at her now.
>>"If you're apologizin' for throwin' Aoife intae an abyss off the grid, then that's progress."
... well, that was not it either, but Maya had a sheepish look now.
>>"We made it far before dealin' with our first big fight as a couple, dorn't ye think?"
Was it really? Maya had been so wrapped up in all the emotions, she wasn't even really thinking about the context of their relationship. She cleared her throat.
"Um, in the spirit of honesty... I also shot her." she admitted. It was better to say it now than circle back to the whole fight later. "She's fine." she hurried to add. "She'll be fine. I did it to keep her form hurting Sam."
Maya had been holding on to the lot of that for a long time. She had let out the frustration in the wrong way (shooting Aoife, mostly), but that had done nothing with the underlying fear for her family, and for herself. Ever since she had joined the X-team, she had been a responsible person - hero was a big term, but at least she tried to live up to it. Especially as a parent. And now, it all came crashing down. But Becca was there to catch her.
For a while, Maya cried. By the time she was done crying, she and Becca were cuddling on the couch, and Iris, mercifully, was still asleep. Maya wiped her eyes, feeling awkward as she circled back to her usual self, and sighed. "I'm sorry." Becca was the one who had been dealing with a whole lot.
Becca's antlers disappeared too. They would be back once Iris woke up and one of them had to handle her again, but for now, they were back to normal. Maya sighed as Becca touched her. It was near uncharted territory for her to admit to being that scared and helpless. Especially after holding up the family duties for the past weeks.
>>"Ah know. We need tae be careful. Ah dinnae want-- nae, Ah worn't let something like what happened come again for our family. Ah'm still scared, too. But dorn't let fear make us cruel, Maya. Ah know th' spouse I fell for can dae that."
Maya did not want to be cruel. But she remembered the feeling that coursed through her when she was fighting Aoife. That had not been all fear... a lot of it had been the need for revenge. She didn't want to be ruled by that the next time they met. But it was also hard to let it go with nothing to replace it.
Becca's paper with the sign dissolved into bubbles. More magic. Maya wondered what it was for.
>>"Coz Ah'm still here tae protect ye. Tae hae your back. Nothing will change that, Maya."
Maya let out a shaky breath, and wrapped her arms around her wife, burying her face in Becca's neck. Something she had been holding in for weeks had just popped, like the bubbles. Becca was back; she was different, but not in the one way that mattered most. After weeks of wondering how she was dealing with all this on her own, and Maya being with the kids, trying to help Kalos along, Becca was back, and now somehow she was the steady one. Maya held her tightly, and started to cry.
>>"We were catchin' up for months. An' Ah know she had... ulterior motives. Ah gie she's done awful things to me. To Kalos."
She had. Even thinking about it, Maya felt the pain all over again. Helpless, in what had been done to two of the most important people in her life. And helpless in making it right.
>>"But just coz we dinnae hae th' process for how tae handle Mystics yet disnae mean we just dae what we please. 'We cannae gie her prisoner's rights cuz she might whammy people.' Dae ye realize you're literally using an anti-mutant talking point, Maya?"
She was. Maya knew it, but she felt at a loss of what else to do. Aoife was dangerous. Not for the sole crime of being a mystic, but because she did hunt and hurt people. Maya had been with the X-men long enough, she knew what the moral compass told them to do. She was just also terrified that the moral compass was going to get them killed.
>>"One second."
Becca drew something in a notepad. Maya watched, confused. It had something to do with magic, she knew that, but she wasn't sure what was happening. At least her antlers finally decided to disappear in the meantime. She shook her head.
>>"Ah'm nae sayin' we just trot her up to SUPER's door. We can talk tae Haven; last Ah heard, they might have some leads on trustworthy folk in SUPER. And maybe ye can work with them to figure out the right way to hold Mystics."
Maybe.
>>"Nae all Mystics are gonna be standin' with the Cult and some are gonna need tae be rehabilitated from indoctrination. Ah'm nae lettin' mah partner start th' practice of treatin' mah people like a problem."
Maya watched Becca quietly, not sure what to say. My people. She must have sensed it.
>>"Mutants will always be mah people, but like it or nae, now sae are Mystics."
She knew. And she also knew she had to accept it. Why did it feel so damn hard?
"It's not mystics." That was only half true. "Well... it's the cult, more than the mystics. And magic... But that's not the point. She is the point." Maya struggled to put words to all that was going through her head. "What she's done, how she's done it... The things she said when we caught her... If she does go free, if that's a risk we have to take to be the good guys, and she comes after... after Iris, or Kalos, or you, or..." Or me. Maya was not used to worrying about herself, but the idea that they could taker her powers, that did terrify her. "We can't make a mistake. We can't."
>>"Ah know trustin' anyone else with her must be hard for ye, but handlin' supernatural... concerns is literally SUPER's job."
Maya arched an eyebrow at her wife, against her better judgment. SUPER... had not been an organization to trust with anyone who was different, historically. Their handling did not result in nice things, even with their recent face lift, if rumors could be believed. Maya was not sure that option was any better, or frankly more legal, than holding Aoife on their own.
>>"If this wasnae personal, you'd have handled this differently. Instead, ye have her locked away in secret. And if she did fuck with Sam's head... weel, we've both seen how dark things can gie when Sam's in a dark place."
"Oh, I know." Sam was in a bad place, he had been ever since they returned from the fight. He didn't say much about what Aoife had done, but it couldn't be good.
He noted the sparks around Becca; her magic was acting up. In that regard, Maya assumed it was not all that different from a mutation. Still, somehow it felt... more volatile. She gave her a cautious look.
>>"It's nae my team anymore. But Ah'll report ye all the same. Ye caught your criminal. But mah sister deserves due process, like any criminal... Ah dinnae hate ye, Maya. Ah couldnae hate ye and ye know it."
Well, there was that. Maya's look softened; she was not angry now, just desperate.
"She was your sister for a whole of five minutes, and she used it to..." to do that, all of that, to Becca and Kalos. Maya choked on the words and shook her head. "What even is the due process for someone like that? Do we have a due process? Or is she just gonna enchant judge and jury and walk straight out? How do we even know how many people her cult already has in high places?" From what she could tell, they had been very busy. Maya shook her head again. "Her magic doesn't work in the mirrorworld. That I know for a fact. I'm not handing her anywhere until I know she will be held there."
>>"Ah know, Ah know; Aoife's done... reprehensible things. Things she needs tae be held accoontable for. But that's nae excuse tae gie doon tae her level. You're supposed tae be better than th' villains, Maya."
Maya huffed, frowning, but bit back her response. She was so f*** tired of having to take a high road, against people who did anything any everything they wanted to hurt others. Screw their level. She'd take whatever level was needed.
>>"Ah know what she did tae Kalos and Ah has... weighed on ye. Your anger is valid."
"I know it is."
>>"But tae let your feelings convince ye tae lock a captive up off the grid? Dae ye realize if that got out, the X-Men could lose their deputized status? Your legitimacy. Ye hae a cult tryin' tae turn people against mutants, and yer pulling this shit, Maya?"
"What was I supposed to do, let her go?" Not even the X-men did that. Not when someone was attacking innocents, when they were being an active threat. And honestly, Aoife was lucky she was still alive.
>>"Ah'm talkin' tae mah sister, then we're transferrin' her tae SUPER containment. Dorn't make me report mah own damn team."
"From what I can tell, it's not your team anymore."
Maya knew she'd gone too far this time. She felt angry and hurt, having to confront her wife about something that was so... wrong. Did Becca not see that? Also, how was Aoife still her 'sister' after all she'd done, but the X-men were suddenly not a good fit anymore?... But none of that was an excuse to attack her like that.
"I'm sorry." Maya sighed, frustrated with herself. She tried to run a hand through her short hair, her usual gesture of frustration, but her hand got caught on her antler. "Sh*t."
"Look, I didn't take her to SUPER because I am not sure they can hold her. I'm not even sure who can hold a... magic user in this city at all. We had to make a decision before she recovered enough to mindf*** both of us."
There it was. Maya, in a strange way, felt a bit of relief. This reaction, she had expected.
>>"What were ye thinkin?! That cannae be legal. Ah dinnae care abit hoo ye caught her right noo. Ye're holdin' someain withit givin' two shits over due process. Oh, nae 'someain,' sorry; mah sister, Maya."
Maya winced. Becca calling Aoide her sister was still something that did not sit well with her. Aoife had used that connection to manipulate and attack her. She was a half-sister, technically, and an all-around liar.
>>"Ah leave the team an' noo thes is hoo the X-Men operate?"
"No. This is how Sam and I operate when someone attacks the family." Maya frowned. She regretted a lot of things, but not the initial decision. "We did not want to catch anyone, just... get some information about the cult, before it all gets out of hand. And then Aoife" she refused to call her a sister "showed up, and she mindf*** Sam so bad he stabbed himself to keep from freezing the whole damn city."
