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.
Mae liked it when Seven smiled. A real smile, not just the smirk that more often happened. Some day she would find a way to see it all the time. In her mind it was a challenge tucked away for another day. She thought about the apartment, the space they were sharing, the literal bubble they spent most of their time in. Maybe it had just been unavoidable to feel things.
Seven reached out and the contact made Mae’s eyes shut, and she sighed slightly with contentment. She chuckled to herself at the comment, ”I... I just, I worry. The last person I fell for cheated on me... I still feel like I just have been a screw up for someone to decide to look elsewhere without breaking up with me first. I’ve had some dates but... I don’t just want a date here. I like having you around.”
She didn’t want to scare either of them. But she also had a lot on her mind lately. That was what caused the explosion anyway.
”I’ve been worrying and wondering and trying to work it out on my own, and we saw how well that worked. I just don’t know how to deal with people. Normally I just, hide in my bubble and let the world do its own thing.”
Mae managed two pieces of pizza before feeling full enough to stop and abandon the comical attempts at eating. She was grateful for the drink, and let her eyes shut lazily as she leaned back into the couch. It hurt, but not as much as it could have.
”Generally I would have been better at avoiding actually getting hit, but it’s hard to do much once someone gets a hold on your hair.” She rubbed the back of her head at the memory. All things considered, she was actually relieved she had only hurt her back on the way down. Had she cracked her skull or an arm she could have landed in the hospital instead of just this homemade infirmary they seemed to keep.
Mae smirked slightly to herself, eyes still shut. ”You know, it feels nice when you touch my hair. Is that stupid? It was really...sweet.” She turned so she was facing Seven again and opened her eyes halfway. She probably looked catlike again curled against the back of the couch. ”Are we crazy here? Just, this living situation?”
The desert looked good. Frankly he hadn’t made a bad choice, but she wasn’t lying when she said she would have been pleased with anything chocolate.
Listening to his own prank story, Mae smirked, laughing a little, ”See? You have a useful power. Having an ice clone just do things for you would be amazing. My power is just, more of an inconvenience for people.”
Picking up a spoon, Mae took some ice cream before losing her own question, ”Lets have a test first and we can decide the final score after. What is the worst way you’ve ever tried to pick up a woman. there was a look in her eyes that was almost devious. As if she knew he was on good behavior and may not always be so clean cut. Maybe it was the shirt. Or maybe the bad jones. Something made her want to hear something about the other side of him he kept under wraps.
Mae could sense the concern, which made her feel a little hopeful inside. Seven really did care? She would have felt happier if she didn’t feel like crap. She shook her head at the offer for first aid, content with just snuggling. ”I’ll be fine. Just sore. Bruised the heck outta my back and I just don’t want to do things...”
When Seven left and came back Mae had enough of her old self to shake her head, ”I don’t want to cuddle in a bed of crumbs tonight... she hobbled out to the living room and gingerly took her spot on the couch. She wasn’t sure when Seven managed to get plates but it was a relief. She used one to grab herself food and ate a bit sloppily. She was not dainty with food when she felt like this.
”Sorry I’m such a baby about this. You get busted up all the time and you’re fine. I feel like a wimp.”
It was hard to chew with a fat lip, honestly. That probably contributed to her lack of coordination.
The idea of leaving the bed was horrible, but Mae finally forced herself free and weakly went to the kitchen. In the end, she couldn’t muster the willpower to cook, so she took a moment and ordered pizza. Starving hadn’t felt like the best plan, but pizza seemed a close second in terms of actual effort. Once the call was placed she returned to the room, feeling like she had run a marathon.
”I ordered food. When the door rings, it’s your turn to get it.” she curled up like a cat, feeling dizzy. She wondered if she was getting sick on top of everything, or this had just been too much for her body. She wanted to stay in bed the rest of the day.
Mae shirked. It was kinda funny to watch him sweat over the desert. Well, not really sweat because ice mutant, and he seemed to be joking still. There may have been a little bit of genuine concern under the surface. It seemed this date as out of his element and while the joking and puns were natural, she suspected the good behavior may have taken more effort. He wasn’t a bad guy, though. 10/10, could have been worse, knowing her coworkers.
”Frankly as long as it’s a desert I don’t think you could screw that part up. Most of them are a mountain of chocolate and whose complaining there?”
Ah, pranks? Mae considered. ”One year I hid this little noisemaker in my coworkers office. Basically made a little chirp every few minutes, and the amount of time between them changed. Found it online. When it would make the noise, she’d call me into the room to listen and help her find it, but I would shut it off. When nothing happened I would leave and the noise would start again. Pretty sure she spent most of the day just thinking she was losing her mind before she realized I was behind it.” Mae laughed.
”That got me bumped out to reception though. She hadn’t realized what my powers really did to that point because I kept them compressed at work. It was worth the look on her face though. We’re solid friends now.”
Mae sighed, settling back down to sleep. ”I think we need to just stop hurting each other then. I want to keep you around.
Mae slept most of that morning. She didn’t remember much, just feeling secure having someone there. Hunger eventually won over, and she groggily tried to move, regretting every moment of it. Her back hurt in a million different ways. Calling out of work had been a good choice, but she still felt awful. Her face was sore as well, the split lip tender and hurting when she tried to speak.
”I need to get up and make us food.....” she said. She didn’t lift her head from Seven’s shoulder, where she was tucked in.
Mae felt like she was dreaming. The arm around her was strong and secure, and even if she hurt, she felt safe. She felt Seven nuzzle her, and her body lost the tension it was holding onto. This felt nice. She didn’t remember feeling this comfortable with someone before.
A thought bothered her, however, and she frowned slightly at the memory. Gripping Seven’s shirt a little tightly, she whispered in a stern but quiet voice. ”Even if we argue, please don’t even sleep on the floor like that again. It... it hurt to see you like that. You matter to me.”
Was she falling too fast? Making demands too early? Maybe, but Mae didn’t regret speaking up. They could silence the rest of the world, but for each other, there needed to always be the opportunity to speak.
It was early when Mae woke up. She hurt everywhere, and the short walk to use the bathroom felt like she was being murdered. She took a photo of her back which was a mess of bandages and bruises, and sent it to her boss with a request to stay home. The picture must have helped because the response was quick and decisive. Mae was relieved. She hadn’t even mentioned her face, which had a busted lip and other small bruising. All her efforts to get Seven to take care of themselves and she was the one who looked like hell.
Returning to the living room, Mae sleepily grabbed Seven by the arm and tugged. ”C’mon. We’re playing hookie today. You’re a good pillow but we have a bed for a reason.” She hadn’t meant to say it that way, but didn’t feel the need to correct it. When Seven followed she returned to her place in their arms, flinching once or twice as she tried to get comfortable.
Somehow, just settling into the silence was more important to Mae than endless words. She could have kept confessing, but there was a clear understanding they both just sucked at this. Mae from her failed romance in the past and Seven from their lack thereof. Letting herself wriggled under Seven's arm so she was in a hug was all Mae could do. She didn't care if it hurt a little on her back. She just wanted to feel close. There was the bubble of her powers, and then that invisible shield around her actual heart she was sharing now.
Closing her eyes, she realized how exhausted she was, and was out before she knew it. Something about being there, and being safe. It could have been anywhere in that apartment, but she didn't mind so much with Seven by her side.
Mae made a face at him, and tried to hold back a laugh. "As cool as your shirts might be, I would wait for a certain type of date for that. Find you a girl to go on a hike with, who wants to go outdoors, and wear whatever ratty t you need. Just, don't wear it to Italian food. Rich history and marinara are not friends."
He made a gooda joke. Mae almost choked on her water, which she made the mistake of taking another drink of. A nearby waitress had refilled it, and Mae regretted drinking so fast. She made a very unladylike snort into her hand, and shook her head. Oh hell, he made a woods joke too. It was getting worse.
"Working at a school has already armed you with dad jokes. Oh my gosh. That's great," she laughed.
After a few moments, Mae nodded at the offer for desert. "Actually desert would be nice. I'll let you pick even."
Mae listened as Seven confessed what they had done to the creep. She didn't seem upset by the violence, just, more concerned with Seven themselves. I'm guessing you're smart enough not to leave evidence or something. Just, I don't want more trouble for you because of me. If I hadn't been so full of myself I could have dealt with it better. I just, I just didn't know how to process all of this..."
Mae picked at her pajama bottoms, a loose string looking like it would be a good place to rip a hole in the knee. That was always a good choice when you were upset: destroy your own clothing. She sighed and put her head against her knees. "We're both lousy f***ing roommates, Sev. My problem was I cared too much. And I wanted you to care the same way."
She blushed, enough alcohol in her system to give her a spark of bravery. She looked over, then down again. "You were just too damn much for me to resist. It's like coming home and realizing I never want to leave. I know you're...not the easiest person to live with. But, I still like it. I still like you. The dumb jokes, and the cynical humor. I get that. You don't try to paint the world as perfect like everyone else. I like how real you are."
Mae was too miserable to be embarrassed when Seven found her. She stayed still, set-consciously pulling the dead zone in so her cussing and whimpering were not shared. Seven had to listen to static and electronics for a few moments until the process was done and then Mae let her powers back out.
Gingerly, Mae pulled on the loose pajama shirt she had picked and joined Seven I’m the living room. She thought she had pulled herself together but then she saw the headphones and felt a little noise escape halfway between a hiccup and a son. ”You didn’t even bring hit headphones. F***in’ idiot.” Mae sat next to Seven, tears running down her face.
Mae was convinced she imagined the nickname. It sounded sweeter than normal. Almost, affectionate. She wanted to believe that was a kiss. But that was just wishful thinking. Wishful thinking has caused too many problems for her tonight.
Mae stumbled to the bathroom shortly after Seven left, pausing momentarily to pick up the headphones and set them on the table. It was a mistake. Seven would come back fast for them. They needed the headphones. The world was just too loud without them.
Stripping Mae got into pajama bottoms and then assessed her back in the mirror. There were multiple cuts and splinters in different places in her skin. She would bruise, a lot. She struggled with some of the first aid supplies, crying more as the alcohol stung the injuries, then sinking to the bathroom floor and holding her legs in defeat. She made more of a mess than Seven did the entire time they lived here, and still had a bloody back and red eyes. Maybe she’d just sleep there. She deserved this. She made the mess and should just handle it now.
It was too much. Hopes of getting into bed without being noticed faded. Seven was there. Seven and their sense of justice ready for the rescue.
Mae wanted to be tough, and say she didn’t need Seven’s help. But everything hurt. Her heart, her face, her back. “The...the bar, McLarens. Ass wouldn’t leave me alone, and I hit him, and he hit back,” she hiccuped, trying to clean her eyes with the back of her hand. This was stupid. She needed to shut up and just go to bed. But the hand to her cheek made her shake. She felt herself leaving closer, accepting the contact. Wanting someone close.
“They threw him out, I don’t know what happened after. I just...I just wanted to be home.” She staggered to the couch and curled up, hugging her legs. Her jacket was too stiff so she wriggled free if that, tossing it in the ground. Little bits of wood were still stuck in the fabric, blood droplets on the lining. She shut her eyes, which was probably good. She felt like she didn’t want to see Sevens reaction. What would she think that Mae was so whimpy she couldn’t even fight off a drunk creeper?
