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.
Despite the disappointment, he seemed to handle it well. Heck, she was pretty sure it was less disappointment, more a kick to the ego. Not every guy could handle getting turned down, especially one who seemed to be a bundle of charisma.
Mae smirked and raised her own glass, "Hey, don't underestimate the value of a good friend. I work at a spa. I've met my share of rich desperate women who would just love someone to dote on for a night." She threw him the bone. Heck, he managed to keep it together for the full date, she could send him a phone number from time to time. It wouldn't hurt her any.
Mae considered the offer, and nodded in the end. "Fine, you can pay. Just don't go telling people I snubbed you and made you pay though!" she scooped more brownie and ate it, then wagged a spoon at him in a vague threat.
Mae woke up to the smell of food. She hadn’t set an alarm, not needed to rush into work today, and the dead zone kept her from waking up to any noise from the kitchen. It was mostly the smell and the absence of warmth that got her stirring. She thought Seven would have gone to work like normal, so the cold wasn’t notable. But, bacon? That didn’t feel right.
Cautious and sleepy, Mae poked her head out of the bedroom, and saw what felt like something out of the twilight zone. Seven had cooked, and...honestly, it looked good.
”I didn’t hit my head going to bed, did I?” she asked, venturing forward and then slipping behind Seven to hug them. They hadn’t quite escaped the kitchen yet, and she took the opportunity to help carry things to the living room. She took a bite of the pancake first, and grinned. It was not cardboard. ”This is great....thank you.” she leaned over and kissed Seven’s cheek, despite their disheveled appearance. She didn’t mind the sweat and grease from the failed cooking. She was just touched they had done this for her.
Mae considered the question with a mouth full of brownie. It was insanely rich but delicious. Solid points for desert choice. ”Honestly, this has gone really well, but I also don’t want to waste your time. You’re the one who said you wouldn’t have the patience for some of the things that honestly, I think are cute as heck. Is it possible to have a good date and still turn the guy down for a second?” she was actually blushing now. She felt awkward by this part of the conversation.
”You seem like someone more in his element with a bit more excitement and a little less wandering the park in silence. I don’t think you really want to hang out around someone involving so much commitment. I can be fun to be around but not necessarily a romantic interest.” she wagged a spoon at the desert.
”And hey, you managed to stay a solid 8? That should count for something right?”
Okay. That was enough of a promise for Mae. Her heart felt lighter. She smiled against Sevens lips and then finally pulled back to rest her head against the other's shoulder. Her body was swimming with emotions tonight, and she was feeling a buzz that had nothing to do with drinking.
"I just, I'm glad I didn't scare you off. I...I relate to people first. And if there is emotional compatibility, the of the feelings follow. With you, I felt a connection faster and it all just sort of...snowballed. I don't fall for just anyone. And I don't want you to ever feel like just anyone. You're special. You're my lucky number Seven." She kissed along Seven's neck nuzzling rather affectionately near their hair. If she wasn't feeling a little sleepy already, she might have taken it further. There would be another night for that though. Mae wasn't sure how much she could hold back now that there had been a kiss.
They had kissed. The memory made her heart get a rush of emotions all over again. Hell she felt like such a teenager. This was the best part of a relationship. The giggles and awkwardness and just...being happy to exist. Together. Next to someone.
Mae ate more of the desert as she listened to the story. Thankfully, she didn't choke on any ice cream, but she did giggle, covering her mouth again. Oh, so he really was a bit of a handful when he was younger. "That's...that's bad, and funny at the same time. I can't say I've ever had that level of courage. Then again, I've never found myself stark naked leaving a burning building."
She took a drink of a refilled water and considered the question. Best way someone picked her up? "Best way? Heck, it's always easier to remember the bad ones."
After a moment she decided on one, "Okay, it was cheesy, but sort of cute at the same time. I was into this book series, and started reading book one. Once I finished it, I went into the library and picked up the second, and there was this sort of shy librarian that happened to work there. They made small talk, I left, end of story, right? When I went to get book four I found a random note tucked in it, just the word "will". Fast forward through me checking out the rest of the series, I find these notes tucked into each one as I pick it up.
"Guy planted these notes to say "will you go on an adventure with me?" throughout this whole dang series, and left his phone number in the last one. Takes solid effort to do that." She did give the guy a date, but he was apparently more comfortable passing notes through books than actual human conversation. In the end, he did enjoy hanging out to read with her from time to time at the library. Actually, a lot of people there liked her powers, and the dead zone was a nice treat.
The image of Seven fighting with a fluffy badger would probably never leave Mae’s brain. She knew that wasn’t what really happened, but sometimes, what was truth and what you imagined didn’t always line up. Also, there were other things distracting her mind now, including the sort of tangle they had gotten into on the couch. Awkward situations nobody intended to be in? Yeah, that was all of this.
Then Mae felt her hands pulled away, face pink and honestly, probably cuter than it should have been. Maybe that was why Seven said those words, and suddenly, there was a kiss she didn’t know she had been dying to have. One hand broke free on its own, finding its way to Seven’s hair and keeping the contact longer.
She was forced to breathe. She kept her face close, resting her forehead against Seven’s. Her heart was going a million miles an hour, but she liked it, ”Date me.” she said the phrase with a little bit of force, bringing their lips back together and feeling a sense of possessiveness. ”Hell if I want to share you now.”
Mae had to try hard not to keep giggling. Something about Seven's expressions just dragged the response out of her. The faces, the scrunched forehead, the embarrassment. Mae just enjoyed the moment, and then giggled again when the badger comment came up.
"So, wait, you're telling me you got beat up by a Hufflepuff?!" She dissolved into further snickering, to the point she rolled and buried her face against Seven's chest. Only, that proved to be a sort of awkward move, because Seven actually did have a chest. She caught herself before staying there too long, further blushing and giggling, trying to hide her face with her own hands now.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean...." she finally breathed, peeking out from between her fingers. "I'm just a bundle of awkward, haven't you noticed? Nothing gets past me, but I also just manage to stumble myself into situations no one intended for me to be in."
Seven was so serious, Mae paused, listening. She waited until the end, then she giggled. The giggle turned into another awkward little snort as she tried not to laugh and she clamped a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, it's not funny, but Sev, did you really think I believed that dumbass story about being an IT technician?"
Mae leaned so she could face her roommate, and make it clear how genuine she was being. She was smiling, and it was comforting and non-judgmental. She raised one eyebrow, and held up a hand so she could count on her fingers. "One, you have a switchblade and brass knuckles. Two, you come home covered in marks that definitely didn't come from cutting the wrong wires of wrestling with a computer or something. Three, you looked like you fought a wolverine the other day, and we had to throw out your shirt. Four, you always carry cash. I'm a lot quicker than you think." This time, she pulled her roommate closer and kissed them on the forehead, smiling against their skin.
"I guess I just thought you realized by now it didn't matter. I don't decide who I like because of what they do or look like. I just, I like the person. I like you. Freelance tech or underground cage fighter. Just, don't get hit in the head and cause long term damage, and don't pick a fight you can't win." She settled back, still smiling.
Mae grinned wider. She tilted her head back to look up at Seven and almost make the grin more visible. "We both know I'm crazy already. I just hide my crazy better than a lot of people." She had always been quirky, an sometimes even a little dark. A lot of that happened when she lost her dad and became more introverted. Then there had been Cora. That rather disastrous relationship that neither of them really mentioned. Sometimes, there were topics you tiptoed around, like lava waiting to bubble up when you least expected. Mae trusted Seven, though. There was comfort in their mutual awkwardness.
Mae nested in, finding her place in her story and enjoying the contact. It was comfortable. Then she felt Seven getting cozier, distracted from what she was reading. She murmured wistfully. That was teasing, it had to be.
"You can be awful distracting sometimes, you know that? In the good ways..." she turned so she could kiss Seven on a spot that wasn't too far down their neck to be seductive, but on their cheek where it would just seem cute.
"What did you do today, anyway? You never really talk about your day. Although, I guess being inside the bubble of silence sort of comes with the expectation of silence," she laughed, feeling lame again. But, somehow she felt Seven would understand it.
Seven didn't get it. Mae found herself laughing all of a sudden and sat back down, a tiny snort of laughter escaping. The snort made it turn into even worse laughter and she blushed and tried to hide her face. "Sometimes you just like, damn your adorable."
Mae picked up her newest book and snuggled against their side without explaining further. She could sense the confusion coming from the other, but looked knowing and mischievous now. She had asked her question, and technically she had been given permission to use Jess. That was enough. If Seven wanted further answers they would have to do some thinking.
Plus, it was a little more fun this way. What was that about using a carrot sometimes? Just have to lead and see what follows. Mae just needed to continue being a little flirtatious carrot.
Despite the fact neither Seven nor Mae was, uh, very pure, there were times certain conversation topics just went over someone's head. This time, it was Seven's. Mae didn't want to flat out explain saying 'Seven' in bed would be a little odd, but they weren't quite there yet. She hoped maybe eventually. They were getting closer, after all. How close, that was harder to really pinpoint.
When she was done she also took her plate to the kitchen. She finished cleaning from dinner, but lately that felt more like something to do than a chore. She liked being a little domestic sometimes. The cleaning wasn't fun when you weren't appreciated, but now it seemed different.
As she finished she came back into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch. With a laugh she leaned over, and whispered in Seven's ear. "Have you ever considered I want something to call you that no one else uses?" Hmm, maybe that would give the clue. A girl could hope.
Mae almost regretted mentioning the envelope. The smile had been nice. Not quite the one she wanted to see, but not bad. Collecting her own food and plate, Mae made their way over and sat down, crossing her legs and facing her roommate.
"I mean, I guess I get that. I think if you ever started calling me Madilyn I would feel like I was in trouble or something. It just, it didn't sound like a horrible name so I was wondering. I hope I didn't offend you." She took a bite of her food, looking down at it a little nervously. She swallowed, and then said with a sort of shy smile. "But, I can't always use Seven. And even Sev may not work other times. Jess...I don't know. It still feels like you."
Was she saying too much? It was easy to cross lines with them. Heck, she wasn't even sure there really were lines, it was just sort of a random game of chance hoping they magically stumbled on the correct combination of words to put both of them at ease.
Mae licked her fingers and wiped on her pants, a very unladylike habit she picked up as a kid, and reached for her water. She sort of wished she could drink like Seven did, but already had her fair share of alcohol failures for this month.
Mae had gotten back into routine, and her back healed quickly after the first day of sulking around. Thankfully, bruising didn't last forever. Her boss had made a big deal about her face, listening to the story and promising to kick butt if she needed to. Mae had laughed and appreciated the gesture, but knowing Seven, there wouldn't be much left to handle if the man was ever found.
Being a receptionist meant she didn't have to do much other than sit and help people, and she only had to suffer using the elevator at work to avoid making things worse. She still hiked up one story of stairs to her apartment, dislike of the confined electronic space even stronger than the little twinges of pain it had caused.
Today, she had been able to make that climb without flinching, and felt decent enough to call herself 'better'. Her face even looked normal in the mirror. Proper rest and ice did wonders.
In the kitchen, she was finishing up hamburgers for dinner, and glanced up, smiling as Seven came in. "Dinner's almost done," she answered, and was momentarily distracted by the mail that was set nearby. The last name looked, right, but...
No...Mae was too nosy not to snatch up the envelope, blinking in surprise. Jessie Seville... She already knew what the answer was even before she mentioned it. "You wouldn't happen to know why we have mail to a Jessie Seville, do you?" one mystery solved, the mysterious legal name.
Mae could feel things teetering toward..something. She wasn't quite sure how far that direction it was leaning, but it was there. The chills down her spin, the racing in her heart. It promised to be terrifying, but nice. Good, even. She moved, wanting to kiss Seven on their insanely attractive collarbone, then remembered their face. Their back. She frowned unhappily and curled closer instead.
"You are reminding me why getting hit in the face is a horrible thing," she looked up shyly, unfairly cute when she pouted. She couldn't kiss Seven, not on the neck or the cheek or anywhere, and frankly that was a little maddening. Wasn't that how confessions worked? Being able to actually do something afterwards?
Well, she was hoping this would heal quickly. If she ever saw that guy again, she would have yet another reason to break his nose.
"Maybe...I don't know, we can watch something in your room? This is awful...distracting," she admitted.
Don't worry about that... Mae couldn't help but worry. She worried about the idea of Seven having been with someone else, she worried she would be a disappointment if things came to that. She worried the idea of her worrying was just stupid...
The contact with her hair broke the chain of thoughts, almost hypnotizing her. She felt herself lean into the touch unwillingly. Damn, that was not a fair trick.
Then the kiss came and Mae melted into the embrace. She felt like they were in a fragile balance and she was terrified to break it. Instead she curled closer and murmured happily against Seven's neck. "So, any other plans on how to spend our day off?" She was giving Seven an out. If not she was more than happy to stay like that.
