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's brain was struggling with the morning, and she was incredibly glad to have coffee today. Something about the comment sort of tangled in her thoughts like cotton in barbed wire. easy to fall asleep to they had said. Well, that wasn't horrible, earth rumbling snoring then, at least? Mae was very nervous about her own behavior inside the dead zone. Because she blocked out the rest of the world about 90% of the time, she didn't always know how load she herself could be. Having a roommate was literally inviting someone to share her space, and hoping she wasn't massively making a fool of herself.
Finishing her drink, she took off to work, wishing she could figure out how this situation was making her feel.
--- Day Seven
It was the Seventh day since Seven's arrival. There were still a number of small social oppsies, but honestly, Mae felt her roommate was adapting. Things were left out, Mae still did most of the dishes, but she wasn't left without a towel at least. And she did the cooking, but that was for everyone's safety.
Getting home after a rather boring day, Mae was actually in a decent mood. She stepped into the living room, and noticed Seven had left different clothing items out again. Instead of feeling annoyed, she called into the other room where she could hear her roommate shuffling. "Hey, I'm still not a Mae-d," she called, making sure to enunciate the Mae. Scooping the items, she glanced, swearing there was blood on them again.
Going back to the kitchen, she picked up a stain remover and brought it back, setting it next to the shirt. There were the old school methods like soda or hydrogen peroxide, but this would probably damage the clothing less. "Please tell me you didn't bust your face up again," she sighed.
Mae paused near the door, and did the logical thing when she found out Seven had no headphones: lied her ass off. ”Actually, you put some of the dishes away yesterday, where did the mug end up going?” she waited for her roommate to get up and lead the way to the kitchen. This way, the wall never cut off her powers.
She sort of wish she was not sharing the bubble though when Seven commented on her snoring. Her face sort of processed a variety of horrified looks, not realizing her roommate had not meant it as an insult. Her thoughts caught the comment, and it dig in painfully to her thoughts.
You snore.
Oh sweet mother of—-
That was more mortifying than streaking to her bedroom had been.
”Uh, no. I was not...aware.” on autopilot she turned on the coffee pot and checked it was full before hurrying to get ready for the day. Seven had the headphones now, and she had to get the pink off her face. Snoring. For f**** sake!
Mae felt disoriented when she heard her alarm go off somewhere on the other side of the room. With a yawn, she let her powers reach out, zapping the device and silencing the beeping. Mastering the right distance that the device would work when she slept but could still be turned off quickly had been a long test run, but now it was second nature, and she probably took advantage of being able to snooze the alarm more than she should have. She had probably a good hour to get up, get showered and dressed, then get to work for a more normal day.
Thinking through her routine was normal. What wasn't was the warmth she felt next to her as she moved.
Oh, that's right. Seven.
It was actually kind of cozy having the extra heat beside her, but knew she needed to keep this situation as normal as possible. She rolled out of bed, returning the covers to their place, and tried to keep the dead zone stretched to include her roommate.
"Did you bring your headphones in?" she asked considerately. If she left the room, she was bound to send Seven straight into an early wake-up of electronic noise. Maybe the headphones would help with it...
Mae laughed slightly at his comment, and waited until she was done chewing to answer. "My parents were the one who had to deal with that situation. From what I understood, there was a lot of screaming but no sound until they got close enough. The first few instances of walking into the bubble were probably a shock. And I imagine it freaked out the hospital staff when I shut off all the monitors within a certain radius."
Mae didn't get a lot of details about that part of her life. By the time she had memories she had already been taught to be careful where she walked, and mindful of what she would turn off if she came too close to something.
She watched his tie take a hit, and tried not to smirk. That would have been mean, but it was pretty funny.
"My favorite part of the city is probably the park. I like being able to just enjoy where I'm at without being an inconvenience to anyone. Plus, the park is super pretty when you don't have to hear the city noises." There were still the city smells, but she could tolerate that.
"There are a few people who walk there regularly who like to come and sit for a bit in the quiet. I like that part most. Having someone who enjoys being around you is nice." she admitted.
Mae wasn't quite sure what woke up, but there was movement that her brain registered as being in the room. What was an initial sensation of concern melted when the movement stopped, and she was pretty certain the individual ended up somewhere on the floor just inside the dead zone. Like a tiny bit of pressure inside her powers, it was possible to identify the intruder.
She didn't have to think much to realize it was Seven. The last few nights she had noticed her roommate sought the silence to fall asleep, and frankly, she understood. If there was no way to block out the surrounding electronics, it must have been a pain up until this point to ever tune it all out.
Mae wondered what she should do about the situation, however. She knew as soon as she fell asleep again the dead zone would shrink. She didn't want to be a jerk and send the other away just because they wanted some quiet. Mae knew her powers did not go past a wall. Seven would never come close for other reasons.
They just like my powers, Mae reminded herself. Then she froze again as she felt the other slip into the bed.
Should she be concerned? Mae had never had to consider this sort of situation before. On the one hand, getting into anyone's bed without permission was majorly uncool. But, Seven sort of had an awkward way of living. It was that type of mentality to 'ask forgiveness rather than permission'. Heck, she wasn't sure Seven would ever ask forgiveness anyway? Her mind turned over the thoughts before cold started drifting under the covers. Ugh, she wouldn't be able to sleep like this.
With a sleepy groan she tugged on the blanket, catching her roommate's attention. "If you're going to sleep there, at least come closer. You're going to frickin' freeze me outta bed."
That...was not what she had planned on saying. Sleepy brain was improvising. Way to go, brain.
Mae returned from work feeling exhausted. While she generally did not mind her job, she seemed to get all the annoying clients today. There was one rich gal who would randomly request things be done for her. A bottle of Fiji water, fresh peeled grapes (who peeled their grapes anyway?), a special brand of hand lotion, and the amount of money she spent meant Mae was forced to get ALL OF IT. When that part of the evening was over, Mae had to wait for the biggest germaphobe in the world to decide the facility met their impossibly high standards to get a mud wrap. A mud wrap. Because mud was clean.
So so clean.
Getting into the house, Mae blinked, wondering if she still had the same roommate. Things were clean, ish. The effort was there at least. Books were in strange locations, and furniture looked like it moved somehow. She didn't complain though, especially when she found the rather sad little gift in the kitchen. With a pained smile at the nick-name, she accepted the offering, and did her best to chew through the over cooked cheese.
Yeah, she definitely needed to teach Seven how to cook stuff. There couldn't be much nutritional value in cardboard.
After cleaning the dishes and setting them to dry, Mae called into the other room before retreating to her own. "Thanks for the food, and for helping clean!" She didn't want to discourage any positive efforts at this point. There was something about being a well-meaning'd disaster.
With her muscles aching and her brain exhausted, Mae changed into her pajamas and crashed into her own bed, out within minutes, slight snoring muffled by her pillows.
Not that it was the most horrifying thing in the world, the view was of her back at least, and mooning someone was probably not the worst roommate offense. She was pretty sure she was faced away enough that nothing else was scene. She forced herself to dry off without letting color take over her face, and then with a straight face she exited the bedroom, drying her hair.
"Sorry, someone keeps stealing my towel. I can't run fast enough to air dry," she commented. She ignored the new nick-name, and tried not to flinch at the disarray brought home by her companion. Dishes, they would be fine for now. Shampoo...well, maybe she'd let Seven hunt that one down on her own. They would surely take a shower first, right? Coffee pot... she should just learn to drink more tea. That was still caffeine, right?
"I'll probably be late tonight so you're on your own for food,"Like I apparently am...[/color] She slipped on her shoes at the door and gently shut the door, wondering how it always managed to open itself. "If you leave, please make sure this clicks better. Unless you want someone stealing all your headphones. You have more to steal, unfortunately." She sent a wave and exited, wondering if any of that would stick.
Mae knew giving Seven advice was a lost cause, but would have felt worse if she hadn't tried. She brushed off the irritation just like she swept away all the trash and dirty dishes that seemed to appear around here. Mae didn't believe you changed people so you could learn to like them. You either accepted who someone was regardless, or you moved on. She was only looking at this from a roommate or even a friendship perspective, of course, but it still seemed valid. If Seven wanted to fight, it wasn't her place to stop it.
The next morning she woke on the couch for the second time, face stuck to her book. Seven wasn't there, as usual, so she yawned and wandered to the bathroom for a shower. The shampoo was almost gone, so was the soap. When she went to get her towel, that was gone too. Mae hadn't brought clothes into the bathroom, assuming Seven was already gone for the day, and cussed to herself when she realized she had nothing to dry with or even wear now.
Oh for f*** sake.
She peaked around the bathroom door, and seeing no one, she made to run to her room. There was a few clean towels there, she would just have to handle getting the floor a little wet.
Mae listened but still couldn’t help a frown. It felt a bit early to judge but she had never been one to keep her mouth shut out of an interest in being polite. ”I just hope you consider the long term consequences too. Like, getting hit on the body isn’t so bad, but the face? You know the brain doesn’t have anything holding it in place. It just swishes around in there. And when you get hit, you literally send your brain slamming into the wall of your own skull. Boxers, football players, even soccer players see long term damage from the repeat impact they cause on their own brain. You bruise or damage it too much, it causes personality shifts, memory loss... just, be careful. Learn to guard what matters.”
Mae realized that could offend her roommate, but she would have regretted never saying anything. Sometimes people didn’t know the impact of their career path until it was too late. She couldn’t say what Seven was doing, but if signs indicated anything, a word of caution couldn’t hurt. ”I work at a spa. Reception. It’s a boring gig but it pays decent and I sit around keeping the room quiet. The owner pretends I’m there because of paperwork and customer service but we both know she is paying to offer my powers to clients.” Mae smirked.
As the conversation settled, Mae went back to her book and felt her eyes drool faster than normal. This time, she found herself dozing off where’s she sat. She didn’t even get a chance to put on PJs. Insomnia had given way to just plain tired.!
Mae was not surprised by the comments. Seven wasn’t just a hard person to impress, they were a bit difficult to live with in general. At least they seemed to be learning. The trash made it toward the trash can, and the plate landed in the sink.
No bother, she would just wash that one too. Re-soaping the sponge she finished the last plate and left it to dry.
With things back in their proper order, Mae returned to the living room where her book was waiting and pulled her feet up under her. From this carnage point she could see the trash that hadn’t quite made it into its receptacle and inwardly sighed. Yeah, she could fix that too.
”Couldn’t you fins a safer job? Or do you just prefer the hand to hand combat?” Mae mused. She lifted her book to her lap and opened it but didn’t start reading quite yet. She was trying to get to know her roommate more. Other than uh, getting to know what they looked like under a towel. That was still stuck in her head and she needed a defense to it.
Mae accepted the compliment, although she momentarily eyed the debris on the table. She would clean later, already guessing she would have to take care of the dishes too. She wondered how many days she should give it before casually leaving comments about cleaning up after themselves.
Maybe 3 or four. It was only the third day after all. Right? She was having trouble keeping track of time when she didn't go to bed until after midnight. "Eating out all the time is too expensive, the only alternative is to learn to actually cook. If you ever want to try I could help you sometime. This is probably as fancy as it gets though so don't get too impressed."
Mae finished her food without much commentary then returned to the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes. She washed the pan and put it to dry, put away the cup and coffee pot she cleaned that morning, and then started washing her own plate and fork.
"Do you usually come home injured?" she commented casually. Obviously she had noticed. "Just let me know if you plan on letting it happen a lot so I can at least pick up some first aid skills. Or a second first aid kit." if she commented about the first aid supplies would Seven think to put the trash away? Somehow she felt a more direct approach would be needed, like with the food.
Mae was midway through putting vegetables and meat together for the final stir-fry when Seven came home. Dirty shoes found a home that was definitely NOT the shoe rack. So much for vacuuming. Then Seven had run for the shower, leaving the front door partially open. Oh for f*** sake.
Turning the food off, she hurried across the apartment and secured the front door, moved the shoes to a more appropriate home, and then went back to wash her hands and finish the food.
She looked up once or twice and caught unexpected glimpses of a naked figure. The towel did not leave much to the imagination, and that brought a tiny flush of heat to her face.
Oh. Oh that was bad.
She quickly plated the food, trying to shake the image. That was her roommate. For f***** sake, she could not have those types of thoughts and survive sharing the same space. It didn’t matter though. Seven may have been non-binary by choice, but Mae was now very certain at least under their shirt was female.
Shaken from her thoughts by the sound of Maeberry, she picked up one of the plates and walked toward the living room. ”Stir Fry. There is another plate if you want some.” given the day of Seven’s accidental inconveniences, she hoped it was clear the plate in the kitchen was the one being offered.
Waking up afford Seven has left was a bit like stumbling through the aftermath of a hurricane. Yawning, Mae went to the kitchen and noticed the coffee pot on the counter. A spark of hope turned to quick disappointment when she realized it was empty. No matter, she could get something on the way to work. Mae glanced to where the dirty cup was, then calmly washed both cup and pot, setting them to dry and get put away later. No big deal, just an adjustment period, right?
She felt the same as she came across the shirt on the floor. She casually scooted it inside to what she assumed to be a laundry pile, and made a note to show Seven where the washing machine was later that evening.
Picking out her own outfit, Mae headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, pausing to wash out the sink and check that there was a roll of toilet paper close on hand. No use letting it run out. She didn’t have a lot of shampoo left (hadn’t this bottle been fuller?) and the towel she normal used was gone. A little cold, she scurried to the cupboard and collected a new one before drying off and setting out to work.
The day passed quickly and she returned, a bag of groceries on her arm to try making something to eat. Maybe they just needed to get to know each other? It was a shared space, there was no point getting annoyed on only the second day. She set her shoes on the shoe rack, out the supplies away, and did a quick vaccine of the living room. With everything finished, she started chopping veggies for a stir fry, humming to herself as she worked.
Mae wasn’t sure when Seven finally fell asleep, but it was past midnight and into the early stretches of morning when her eyes felt heavy and she shut her book. About that time, her roommate had curled against her, and Mae chuckled to herself. For all the gruff exterior displays, at the end of the night that had softened into a slight vulnerability in the silence Mae created.
Looking down, she found herself temporarily mesmerized seeing Seven’s face this close. She could have moved back to her own room, but the peaceful expression made it too hard to shake away. With a Yawn, Mae made herself comfortable and let sleep take her where she was sitting. They were just enjoying the silence, that was all. But Mae felt a small twist in her gift that made herself wish her powers weren’t the only thing worth sticking around for.
It was a little comical watching him try to maneuver the pasta into his mouth while avoiding getting anything onto his shirt. Mae smirked a bit at the effort. "See, solid color would have at least been less noticeable. Lessons for next time," she teased.
Mae considered his question as they returned to the talk of powers, and then shook her head. "It's like a bubble? I guess? I mean, my power itself is never 'off', I just sort of condense it so it's not impacting anything it shouldn't. So if I want to turn off a light I would just, put it in the bubble." Well, this was awkward to explain. She was horrible with metaphors.
"It helps that you can sort of see it. She let the dead zone expand so it was more visible, resting in the air between them. There was a bit of a shimmer to it, almost like a soap bubble. "See that little, reflection? That's my powers."
She returned it to the spot on her neck and went back to eating.
