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 found her way to a bar not far from home. It was one she went to from time to time. The drinks weren't bad during happy hour, and tonight she just wanted something strong to help her unwind. She could hear Seven's anger, feeling it cut into her heart. The world is always screaming at you, but then it isn't.
Mae was a horrible person. Seven hadn't deserved her to explode like that. All they said was she was acting weird, and she was. But Mae couldn't handle her feelings. She couldn't handle getting attached to someone that could hurt her. She had been hurt before, and she had trusted someone, only to be stabbed in the back. She couldn't do that again.
Seven...Seven wasn't a bad person, but Mae was a coward. She took a drink and tried to drown out the guilt.
"Hey? How about I get you the next round, honey?"
Mae looked over, and found herself being hit on by am obnoxiously intoxicated jerk. He had red eyes, and clearly one too many as it was. If this was a classier place, he would have been gone already, but she chose it for the price, not for the bouncers.
"Not interested," She growled. She turned back to the bar, but the idiot only slid closer. Oh hell she could literally smell how drunk he was.
"Don't be that way, cutie. You look to young to be in here. I won't tell on you, if you have a little talk with me."
"I said, no."
Did he not understand the word no? He knew enough English to call her several lewd things as he continued, but not enough to get the hint she wanted him to back off.
It was too much. She didn't have enough in her system to dull the pain, and this idiot was giving her a headache. She felt a hand touch her arm, and then she had enough.
“I said, leave me alone!” She swung her hand to get rid of him, and both her drink and the cup slammed into his face. It was a sound of everything unraveling in front of her.
There shattering glass, and a yell of rage. For a second Mae thought she was fine. The hand was gone from her wrist. The man had backed off. Then, she screamed as her hair was gabbed in a fist and she was yanked out of her seat. The bar-stool toppled. Other patrons were involved and trying to separate the fight, which really was just a painful yanking match with Mae's skull.
“Hey, let her go!”
Someone was yelling, Mae was swearing, but then a fist finally hit her and she went falling backward into the overturned stool. It buckled with the impact like so many matchsticks. There was more yelling and cussing, and then silence. He was outside the dead zone, outside the bar.
Mae, however, was already hurt. Ego, body, everything had finally been crushed at once.
Despite the efforts of the bartender to comfort her Mae shook it off. Like a defeated animal she hobbled her way home, feeling more awful than ever. Hopefully, Seven was asleep and wouldn’t see her come through the door like this... red eyes, busted lip, and it felt like her back was bleeding. She was done with today.
Yeah, the world was screaming at her too. But she was in her own bubble and nothing could silence the noise in there.
Mae was edgy. Mae was being different. Maybe she hadn't hidden it well enough, and the frustration got the better of her. She almost calmed, and then the other foot fell.
Is your bubble getting smaller?
There had been a lot of things that could have been said, but what happened was not what she had expected. Seven pointed out the dead zone. Mae's powers. The thing they had focused on to prove that Mae was upset was nothing more than the quiet space they had become accustomed to.
Mae tried to keep her emotions in check but frustration and pain was bubbling up. She wanted to retract the dead zone to stop herself from saying something she would regret, from letting Seven hear something Mae would regret. But the comment was too much.
"Of course, you notice if the bubble shrinks. I'm sorry I made you have to get closer to me." Tears sprang in her eyes and she swiped them, standing and moving away suddenly. The field expanded, letting the words reach where Mae hadn't wanted them to reach. "Yeah, we're different. And you know the biggest way? You say things, but you don't mean them! You come and go, and it's just, convenient. For you, cuddling is just a way to get silence. But it's not fair. I feel like I am in over my head here. I am just, opening myself up to care about someone who doesn't feel the things I do. To you, I'm probably no different than another pair of noise canceling headphones. And I just don't know if I can stand that tonight."
A drink. She needed a drink. Air. That too. She got up in a rush and hurried for the door, slamming it behind them. With clumsy steps, she found her way out, and tried to find somewhere, anywhere, she could just escape to.
Mae felt herself make a face. Was she really that different from Seven? "Hey, I can handle a bloody nose. I'm tougher than you think. Just because I'm generally smart enough to not get myself injured, doesn't mean I'm a wimp. I survived on my own just fine." There may have been a tiny edge to what she said. Mae wasn't sure where it came from, but it was there, rising, ever so slowly.
Maybe it was the bad night's sleep. Maybe it was how Seven was suddenly teasing her. Maybe it was that Seven was talking to her. It felt normal, and cute, and like it could have just been two people getting to know each other.
It hurt. It was like a knife going from one side of her chest to the other. Why did something so nice hurt? She shut her eyes, trying to breathe. Then that phrase cut in. Something's wrong with you today.
"What makes you say that?" she asked. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. She sat up, rubbing her head. She really wanted a drink all of a sudden, and not that crap beer Seven had. Something stronger. Strong enough to numb the sudden emotions she was feeling. "I just, I probably slept wrong. It's nothing." it was everything.
Mae was fine. That was fine. She was fine. This was not embarrassing at all. That thought carried her through the day, and up to the moment when Seven sat next to her.
Mae felt the shift as Seven came into the dead zone. It was closer than normal, as if feeding off her feelings of confusion. She wanted Seven close. But that was bad. She shouldn't. But she did. Why was her brain having so much trouble today?
The nosebleed was a concern though, enough that she forgot the little flip flops her heart seemed to do today. "I'm glad it's not a big deal? Teleporting sounds useful at least. Can say a few times I would have loved to nope outta so place..." she would never admit today was one of those days. She wondered if her heart was beating loud or it was just her? She had looked over to make sure Seven was fine, then remembered what happened the night before. It was driving her crazy just thinking about it.
Mae was slow to process what was being said, then pink started across her face. It was gradual, until her whole face was crimson. "I....didn't. I am...I'm sorry, I didn't mean, oh f***!" she hid her face in her cereal, groaning to herself and downing the rest of her coffee as if that would save her.
"I just, seriously, not used to people next to me like that. Uh, thanks for helping with the dishes. I just...I should get dressed," she stammered in an awkward embarrassed way and hurried to find clothing suitable for work. It took effort to get her pants on right and shirt, then finally returned to the kitchen. She was surprised Seven hadn't left yet. In the end, after grabbing her keys, they awkwardly left together. Well, seven seemed fine. Mae was still totally dying on the inside.
That night, Mae came home and had mostly forgotten the incident. Mostly. She yawned as she went about heating something up to eat, noticing Seven wasn't in the main living space currently. She sat on the couch, trying desperately to process what was going on in her brain. She had caught feelings. A horrible, horrible case of feelings, and now she was doomed. What would she say? How could she sleep next to Seven without it going that way....
Oh dear god, why was she sleeping with her roommate at all?
Mae didn't notice Seven had come up in the middle of her thoughts, the bubble close to her side again. She needed to stop this, she needed to find a way to get a grip before this was out of control. Her heart couldn't take it. Not now, not like this.
Mae grumbled when Seven nudged her, but begrudgingly got up and got ready for her day. It wasn't until she had the coffee somewhat in her system, and was working on the cereal when she started to resemble a functioning human being.
"I feel like I got run over by a bus. Are we sure you were drinking last night and not me?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. She yawned and tried to track down a clock, cursing under her breathe.
"It's a good thing today is my later shift or I would be screwed...Sorry if I was a crappy sleeper..." she noted. If she was this tired, she must have tossed and turned a lot.
Mae was like a octopus that night. Not that she was aware of it. Something about the extra warmth and a desperate need for human contact unleashed a rather clingy version of herself that probably grabbed places she shouldn't have.
Okay, totally grabbed things she should have.
Mae woke up with one arm across Seven's shoulder, the other tucked under her body in a way that made all her muscles tingle with pinched nerves. Feeling groggy, she rolled away, trying to shut off her alarm clock with her powers and dreading getting out of bed.
"whhhrhtime'ssitt." She pulled her pillow over her head, trying to block out how much MORNING there was.
Mae had to admit, the outfit wasn't as horrible without the tie. It was still a while shirt at an Italian restaurant, but it WAS better than a ratty t-shirt would have been. "Ratty t-shirt would loose you 3 points of the bat. Your friend saved your face a little."
She rolled her eyes, and finished her cup of water. "Do I want to know how this would have gone if we had done fondue? I feel like you would have unleashed actual cheese jokes." She couldn't decide if that was horrifying, or hilarious. Probably somewhere between the two.
Then he went on to explain the appeal of camping. Most of it sounded good. Then there was...the rest. "Ahhh, the musical calls of rednecks. I'm surprise they can even find you in this state. If you wore a pair of cowboy boots, maybe I would understand better," she chuckled slightly, and paused, giving an evil grin. "Can you imagine sneaking up on them and cutting power to one of their vehicles? Not to play stereotypes, but any drunk man who can't get his car working would be a hoot." She surveyed him, and gave a small nod. "Don't worry. As long as you didn't tick me off I wouldn't play such a trick on you. And no, if you went on a date with me again, you would have to sink or swim. I reserve fashion advice for after the early date grading has finished."
Mae laughed, and it came out with a little snort that she quickly covered with her mouth. She had NOT meant to make that noise, but here she was, and heck if she wasn't embarrassed by it. She quickly crammed food into her mouth to avoid speaking too fast, almost choking herself in the process. Yeah, that was a quick way to look like a hot mess.
Swallowing successfully, she wiped her mouth. "I mean, that grilled cheese was a little borderline. The house was standing, but...there are some things you are better at than others." Mae smirked in a playful way, then caught herself. Stop it...
She finished her food, making occasional small talk. Would Seven like a certain meal for a dinner? Should they get a new shower curtain? By the end, she went to bed first, knowing her roommate would follow before long.
The only...problem, was by the time Seven came Mae was asleep. Like, dead asleep. Like, someone sleeps next to her, they suddenly became a giant teddy bear to snuggle, asleep.
The next day went like normal. Wake up, get showered, go to work. Mae came home early because it was a short day and finished her book in silence in the living room. The whole time she struggled with her thoughts that just didn't seem to behave. If her roommate knew what was going through her head, she was sure they would move out.
She made dinner (a casserole), and it was done by the time she finally heard Seven enter the house.
"Hey, tomorrow will probably be a late night again. I can keep some of this in the fridge though. We shouldn't eat all of it tonight..." she commented, spooning a plate for both of them.
Mae listened, rather surprised Seven was opening up a little. She chewed her food, trying to take it in. It was a little, awkward, to know their roommate was pretty much used to what she took to be sleeping around, but, maybe that was better? Was it harder to know someone you had a crush on had no lasting emotional attachments, or that they had never had one at all?
Crush...
Oh, sweetmotherof---
No, no no no. She continued eating, trying to do anything to distract herself. This was her roommate! For f*** sake. What was wrong with her brain.
She listened, trying to focus on the words. People used people and moved on. That was what Seven believed. Mae needed to understand that. "Someday you'll find the person that isn't going to use you though. You don't want that opportunity to pass you by because you were too busy assuming the worst."
Brain, what the hell. Mae felt the genuine comment slip out before she could stop it. She finished her own food, then went and got ready for bed.
People use people. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep. When Seven joined her she didn't object, but her mind wondered if she was setting herself up for another round of pain.
Mae was actually surprised he agreed with her opinion of central park. Most guys would think that was a terrible think to actually enjoy. But maybe there was something more appealing about the green space than people gave it credit for. She ate a few more mouthful of food, cleaned her mouth, and smiled. Thankfully, she had been careful enough not to get something stuck on her teeth. That would have been her luck.
"If you miss it, just go. I am not big on actually roughing it, sadly. Taking a hike? Sure. Sleeping on the ground? That's never been as appealing." She wasn't spoiled, but she wasn't jumping to embrace the discomfort.
"I can always make it quiet, but there is a difference between the sort of stale quiet sitting by yourself and the just, natural quiet. Maybe it's those aggressive swans," she laughed.
She blushed slightly at the compliment, then smirked back, wagging a piece of her bread at him. "For a blind date, I will admit, you aren't bad. A little cheesy, but I've met worse." She finished her pasta and pretended to consider how things had gone.
"Solid 8/10. Maybe 9. Could get you a better score if someone gives you some fashion help," she taunted.
Mae blinked, realizing how close Seven had gotten, while simultaneously realizing they had let the dead zone shrink so it was only a few feet away. Whoops. Trying not to make a big deal of the flub, she instead processed what was being said.
"I'm almost done, actually, if you want to grab yourself a fork," Mae handed the plate over and got her own, waiting until Seven had stepped back toward the living room before following.
It took her a little longer to actually take in what she assumed had been a compliment? "Uh, thanks. I guess. I just, I guess I'm a little embarrassed? I'm not used to really sharing space with anyone when I'm sleeping. I mean, I had a girlfriend for a bit, but she never really said anything to me about it."
Mae felt a sudden rush of emotions mentioning it. The whole incident with Cora had been ages ago it seemed. The other girl had definitely been the alpha of the relationship, and her departure had caused enough damage in her wake Mae had been single pretty exclusively since then. There was the occasional drink or date, but nothing that she felt was worth chasing.
Now, mentioning that to Seven created another twist in her thinking. It was a bad idea, being in a relationship. And a worse one getting her hopes up for nothing when she had to live with this particular person.
Mae gave Seven a look: one that clearly said yes, you do come home covered in blood, a LOT. But she didn't say it out loud. The look was enough. She was pretty certain Seven would get what it meant without it being explained.
Heading to the kitchen Mae fished out ingredients for sloppy Joes. She didn't object as Seven went to drink and relax, falling into their usual role with ease.
While the meat browned, Mae felt her thoughts drifting. It had been a week since meeting, and already she felt weird emotions around her new companion. While she had brushed a lot of it off, the concern she felt when Seven was hurt was harder to dismiss. It didn't help that Seven stayed close at night for the security of the dead zone. Mae felt like she was trying to keep a grip on her emotions, claws digging in in to keep the feelings in check.
It wasn't even that Seven was doing things that should make her feel....feelings. They were honestly rather terrible on roommate standards, from forgetting to refill things, leaving messes, and being generally inconsiderate for almost their first week there. But, the dry sense of humor, the sort of off-handed comments, and the general enjoyment with each other was harder to push away. Mae liked coming home now, and seeing their roommate. And that was bad.
Mae continued to chew on it while she cooked, adding the sauce, a few extra veggies and getting the buns ready. She almost didn't hear Seven coming up, but that may have been because her nervous emotions were making the dead zone constrict, pulling back from where it normally settled in the living room.
Mae was pleased that Seven at least took something to heart. She nodded as she surveyed her roommate's face, then glanced down at the clothing. She poked at one of the holes, trying not to frown. "Not sure if you want to save these, but there's the stain remover if you want to try. You make me wonder if we need a bio-hazard bag eventually."
Blood seemed to happen to Seven's clothing, a lot.
"Anyway, dinner. Preference?" she put her jacket away and walked to the fridge. It was better stocked lately than it had been, and Seven was at least learning not to run them out of important things. And also seemed to have learned that an empty milk carton shouldn't go back in the fridge.
