Moira MacTaggert created by Chris Claremont & Dave Cockrum in
Uncanny X-Men #96 (Dec. 1975)
Moira Kinross had been dating Joseph MacTaggert prior to
meeting Charles Xavier, but left Joseph to become engaged to
Joseph managed to convince Charles to serve in the military in
order to be “worthy” of Moira, and while he was gone, he worked his
way back to her and forced her to break off the engagement
After they were married, Joseph became abusive, and when Moira
ran away, he tracked her down, beat her and raped her, leaving her
in a coma for a week - the child would later become Proteus
Studied genetics and founded a mutant research center on Muir
Island, and reconnected with Charles, pushing him to form his
Moira ran a school of her own, training mutants who were
outcasts - it was this group of students (including Cyclops’
brother Vulcan) that Charles first sent in to rescue his captured
team, but the children were all seemingly killed, and Charles wiped
everyone’s mind out of shame
Showed up at Xavier’s school claiming to be a “housekeeper” to
help Charles keep an eye on the school, and she fell in love with
Kept Proteus confined at Muir Island to protect the world, but
he escaped, and she was forced to reveal the truth to the team and
Joseph, who was unaware he had a son for 20 years
Also helped David Haller cope with his unstable powers before
bringing in Charles and helping him with his son
Contracted the Legacy Virus, and seemingly died in an attack on
Muir Island by Mystique and the Brotherhood
House of X/Powers of X revealed a massive retcon - Moira had
been a mutant all along, with the power of reincarnation and the
ability to recall everything from her previous life - she used this
information to attempt to alter history several times, both siding
with and trying to fight against mutants
An encounter with Mystique and Destiny in her 3rd life reveals
that she will only get 10 or 11 lives
She is responsible for bringing together Charles and Magneto,
along with Apocalypse and several other mutants, to create the
nation-state Krakoa as a haven for mutants, although she is
operating behind the scenes - her previous death was retconned as
that of a Shi’ar golem
She, Charles, and Magneto establish resurrection protocols for
all mutants on Krakoa, but Moira specifically wants to prevent
Destiny or any other precognitive mutants from being resurrected,
lest they discover her or her plans - when Mystique manages to have
Destiny resurrected anyway, Moira has Emma Frost brought into the
fold, only for Emma to reveal Moira’s existence to everyone -
Destiny & Mystique shoot Moira with Forge’s mutant removal gun,
turning her back into a baseline human, and exiling her from
Before she dies, she transfers her mind to an Omega
Was one of the protagonists of AXE Judgment Day, where she
sells out Krakoa and mutants to the Eternals as revenge for kicking
Issues - Theme is Groundhog Day Gone Wrong (13:28)
Mad scientist archetype - experimenting on your own kind
Manipulating the future (20:30)
Imprisonment of your own son - later revealing his birth was
purely for scientific purposes, but that wasn’t canon at the time
MOIRA: Going for the formal helps with the disassociation, I
DOC: *pause* So, do you prefer Moira, or
MOIRA: Don’t be dense, Doc. It’s beneath you.
DOC: I was trying to be witty, but I guess I failed…or you
didn’t catch it because you’re too engrossed in analyzing me.
MOIRA: It’s a habit. Not a bad one, really. When you’ve done
this as many times as I have, you have to find ways to amuse
DOC: Done what, exactly?
MOIRA: All of this. The analysis, the prodding, the
experimentation, incarceration, exploitation… *realizes there’s a
pattern here* isolation, incineration…
MOIRA: Objectification… deviation…
DOC: Doctor MacTaggert-
MOIRA: Oh, discrimination, can’t forget that one…
DOC: Can we please move on?
MOIRA: *inspired* Infantilization
DOC: You’ve made your point.
MOIRA: I wanted to see how long I could keep it up.
DOC: Oh believe me, I would listen to you all day if I didn’t
have other things to do, because it’s clear that I don’t have a
role in your world otherwise. Not my circus, not my monkeys…and NO,
that’s not a shot at any group of people, if you’re going to try
and exploit that comment.
MOIRA: Oh, no one has a role in my world. Or at least no one
has a role they’re willing to play properly. That’s been the
trouble over these lives, if they’d just listen to me we could’ve
had such an easy go of things. But no matter how many times I try,
I cannot get people to listen. So don’t take it personally doctor,
there isn’t a being on this planet - human or mutant - that is on
DOC: Of course not. You created your own level. Who wants to
get on it? Well, that’s a different story. You’re not matching the
incentives of others, so they’re disinterested…antagonistic, even.
MOIRA: Oh don’t come at me with that nonsense. I’ve tried to
match incentives. I’ve done the work in ways you can’t even
imagine. I’ve gone through torturous lifetimes that would make your
soul weep. The end is always the same - death and pain for
everyone. So I’m trying a new tactic, and I’m going to prevent the
pain from even starting. But no, I have to deal with zealots like
Erik who fight for the purity of it all, or hopeless optimists like
Charles who believe in a harmony that will never exist, or
warmongers like Apocalypse who revel in the pain. I created my own
level because no one else actually wants to keep people from
suffering. I came close… I had a utopia… and they hated me for it.
So now I’m done cooperating, I’m done pretending to be nice Moira.
I’ll give them the world they don’t know they want, and they can
thank me later. Or not. Either way, they’re getting it.
DOC: Fatalism. Next?
MOIRA: Oversimplification. Next?
DOC: It’s not my fault if you collapse all of your trauma into
a term that any undergraduate could look up in seconds. I think
your collective experience yields more wisdom than that. But you
already know that, don’t you?
MOIRA: There are no words in English, Krakoan, or any other
form of communication on this planet that could define what I have
DOC: Then stop using those languages. You get to make your own
definitions. You’re too smart to get yourself bogged down in
existentialism. I get that. But you’ve cut too much meat off of the
bone. That’s a flavorless existence.
MOIRA: Mixed metaphors,*tsk tsk tsk* you ought to be ashamed of
DOC: Deflection. Good one.
MOIRA: And what is your role in all of this? You play along
with the “heroes”, deluding yourself into believing you’re
“helping” make things better, all in service of some greater good
that does. Not. Exist. And all the while the world hurtles towards
its inevitable extinction. You are… you are so out of your element
it defies explanation.
DOC: Ad hominem attack. Nice. Almost threw in nihilism but not
DOC: *clearly not listening* But where are the emotional
overtones? Where’s rage? No, too intellectual for that…Bombast.
That’s the word.
MOIRA: Are you daft?
DOC: No no no, we already covered that. Ah, I wish I had one of
my professors here, we’d keep going longer, but you’re not
MOIRA: This is outrageous. Stop it!
DOC: *snaps finger* premeditated victimization! That’s it!
That’s the new term you’ve created for yourself. You live your life
solely for the purpose of your own martyrdom, like a bastardized
MOIRA: How dare you compare me to that… thing… I am not some
wanton destroyer bent on chaos. I was bringing life and order and
peace to an entire planet, I was ending millennia of conflict. I am
a scalpel, and you think me a Neanderthalic club. This further
proves how inadequate your conception of my plans and the world is.
Even for someone who’s lived a multitude of lives, I have wasted so
much time speaking with you.
DOC: Your choice, right? And to clarify my stance in your
metaphor, I DO think you know how to hold a scalpel. I’m not
accustomed to someone so willingly holding the belly of the blade
in their palm and complain that the world doesn’t appreciate the
MOIRA: As any woman will tell you, birth requires bloodshed.
I’m not shying away from it. It’s simply an objective assessment of
DOC: Oh, I agree it’s objectification alright. I know that’s
not what you said, but I had to give my objective assessment of
your objective assessment, you see.
MOIRA: Hmm. I am no longer entertained by this game. We’re done
DOC: Sorry you consider this a game. After all, I thought you
make the rules.
MOIRA: I do. And one of the keys to prestidigitation is sleight
of hand. *not to Doc* Orchis, that should have been enough time.
You can take me out now. *pause* What do you mean you couldn’t hack
DOC: Who are you-
MOIRA: I don’t care if Mystique couldn’t get in, she didn’t
have your… our resources. Ugh. This entire mission is a failure. I
will have your hide when I return.
MOIRA: I will see you again, Doctor. In this lifetime.
Recommended reading: Krakoan Age of X-Men, starting with
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