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.
Seven bristled as Blue spoke, hand that wasn't holding their glass tightening into a fist.
"If you got a number from her, it was probably mine. But feel free," Seven said coldly. They finished off the rest of their drink, setting the glass down as well. Their face was expressionless but inside their blood was boiling just looking at this asshole. "Well...sad to say Mae's tagged out. I'm your problem now. And you're more than welcome to try. You owe me a knife anyway..."
With the hand that no longer was holding a full glass, Seven waived at the bartender for another one, their cold gaze not leaving Blue as they put the new drink to their lips.
Things were...going better. Blackjack was adjusting to home life, and life seemed to be settling into what passed as normal again, which was good. 'Work' had been uneventful, and Mae was working late, so after they took the overgrown dog for their walk, they showered, cooked a pizza and left it in the oven(after turning the oven off this time) for Mae when she got home. Then, they made their way to a bar they didn't normally frequent, wearing a loose-fitting black tee shirt with a skull and crossbones on it, matching cargo jeans, the dirty white sneakers that was the only shoes they had, topped off with their headphones over their beanie. They had two burner phones in the pockets, plus their regular phone and an old fashioned portable CD player.
Once in the bar, they saw a familiar sight. The blue flames. That was the jerk that caused a lot of trouble for Mae. And burnt their favorite coffee shop to a crisp. And cost Seven a knife. Oh and pulled hair. But instead from engaging in internal monologue all day, Seven strolled up to the bar. "Rum and Coke," they said simply, sitting right next to the flaming man that everyone else kept at a distance.
They took a healthy gulp of their drink, giving Blue the side-eye the entire time. Seven was still salty from their last encounter, obviously, but as it stood, they turned to look at him, still occasionally drinking their rum and cola. A total power move on Seven's part.
Family. They'd used that word, and it felt...right. They'd started off as dysfunctional roommates but now Seven couldn't imagine things any other way.
When they'd gotten home their arms were loaded with bags; teleporting had been their friend on the way home, if one was being honest. "I figure we'll make use of this **** somehow. I have no idea what the **** I'm doing here, but...I haven't really known since you told me to date you," they said with a smirk, indicating that the verbal jab was playful. They liked to think they were doing okay here, in uncharted territory. Though they were becoming more and more comfortable every day. At least until Mae brought the dog home, but they were good at going with the flow. Usually.
"I'm normally up about that early anyway so that probably won't be too much of an issue," they said as they started taking things out of bags and sorting them on the table. Three different styles of collars: a basic black one with skulls, a black one with studs, and a white one with card suits on it. Three leashes: One of the retractable ones, a basic one, and a chain. Several types of food, a nice big food and water dish, brushes, shampoo, and toys. So many toys.
"Now...the real question is where are we gonna put all this ****?"
"Yeah. I'm glad you went and did this, Honey," they murmured softly, their voice unusually sweet. "I think this will be good for all three of us, honestly. I just...maybe soon I'll be able to get my nerve back. I just..haven't been able to focus because I worry about you...though that's not a bad thing! No. I mean...I care about you. You're by no means a weakness. You're the reason I can keep going right now."
Seven laughed, melting into Mae a little as she spoke. "You didn't think beyond the actual heist? Amateur." They re-positioned a little so Mae could see their face as they teasingly stuck out their tongue. "I'll go change and go get what we need in a minute, but....right now I just wanna stay here for a little while," they said, holding Mae close and kind of getting used to sharing Mae with a gargantuan dog.
After a few moments, Seven groaned and struggled to their feet, making their way to their room and just throwing on some random clothes; namely a pink hoodie that they were *sure* used to be white, a red tee shirt that they may or may not have washed with the hoodie(oops), and their usual cargo pants paired with the dirty white sneakers they always wore. They walked back over and gave Mae a goodbye nuzzle, and a good rough scritch for Blackjack, then headed out of the door, pulling their hood and headphones over their head.
The trip to the store was mostly uneventful, though every noise that wasn't a radio-frequency made them jumpy. Voices in the next aisle. Someone dropping a jar of pickles on the floor. Baby crying--actually that last one wasn't so bad, in comparison. Babies usually didn't signify danger. Unless you smelled them coming. They rushed down the aisles, overwhelmed by options on top of the prison that was their own mind.
When they finally came home; they had bags upon bags of stuff.
"I uh...didn't know what to get so I got a bunch of ****..." they said as they set everything on the table and started taking it out of the bags for Mae to go through: A few collars, leashes, toys, several kinds of food...enough for a *few* Blackjacks...
"I feel like you did a better job than I would have. I'm not built for that kind of thing. My way of getting out would have probably scarred him for life," Seven answered with a shrug. Their arm wrapped around Mae as she snuggled close--and Seven snorted when they were joined by the dog. "I like Blackjack. I think he'll fit right in," they said with a nod and a smile; seeing the dog felt like a burden had been lifted off of Seven's shoulders, if only temporarily.
"Yeah, I know. I've been off my game for awhile because I've been worrying," they admitted softly. "Fighting that invisible prick really ****ed me up, ya know? But...in a sense it's not a bad thing because I didn't used to let things like that bother me but I didn't care what happened to me. If it was my time then so be it." They kissed Mae's temple.
"But now I have a reason to live; I'm not just surviving. I have someone I care about for once. I think Blackjack will be the perfect addition to this ****ed up little family," Seven murmured with a chuckle. They wrapped their arm around Mae's waist, snuggling closer despite the overgrown dog that now took over the couch.
"You stole a dog?" they said with a smirk. "Careful there, Babe. I think I'm starting to corrupt you," they teased lightly, thoughtfully folding their arms across their chest. "Honestly...I think we could use a dog. It'd be nice to have around. Companionship, extra protection, that kind of thing..."
The dog was a bit...slobbery. And freaking huge but...Seven had to admit they weren't the least bit opposed to this idea. They made their way over to the couch, leaning over the dog and planting a kiss on Mae's lips. "I think this was a good idea. And if they were gonna put the dog down anyway, you just saved them some trouble, is all." With that, they made their way back to the shower, wasting little time in getting clean. Once done, they threw on a large shirt as they usually did, and squeezed onto the sofa beside the dog and their girlfriend.
"So...names. Lucky, Blackjack, Jackpot, 8-Ball, Persephone--wait..." They sort of maneuvered the dog to check its underside. "Okay so uhm...Persephone is out," they said, brushing their hair from their face.
Things had returned to normal, or as normal as they could be after the whole ordeal with Mae's kidnapping. Seven had been more on edge ever since then, jumping at every stray sound and never really feeling alone or at peace, even when they were. Having to face off with someone they couldn't see really did a number on them, as did almost losing Mae.
As a result, Seven's head hadn't really been in the game as of late. Especially today. There were several close calls just because they hadn't fully been able to focus. As it stood, they were a little beaten up when they walked into the door; there were thankfully no injuries to their face, but their shirt had been torn, there were cuts scattered about their arms and legs, and there was a rip in their pants where they'd gotten caught on a fire escape.
They opened the door to their apartment and trudged inside with a groan. "Hey Mae," the grumbled, walking past Mae and the overgrown dog on the way to their room. They grabbed everything they needed for a shower, and then made their way to the bathroom, stripping naked and doctoring what scratches they had, then starting the water and getting ready to step inside. However as soon as they pulled the curtain aside....
Wait a minute...
Seven walked back into the living room, stark naked, and looked at Mae, then at the horse-sized dog in her lap. "I'm not crazy, right? You got a dog," they said flatly, looking at the big guy.
Mae wasn't the only one feeling lost. Seven was usually so strong, confident, and unshaken, but after what happened today, that wasn't the case. They were trying to hold it together, but they just...melted against Mae. Seven's arm wrapped around Mae, running through her hair as she snuggled against her.
"I'll try, Babygirl," they murmured weakly. "Yeah...we're here, and we're fine. And we're gonna be okay," they said with a soft exhale.
Seven closed their eyes, holding Mae like she was their injured teddy bear. Eventually, they slipped into a deep sleep.
They were at home, alone while Mae was at work, watching TV or something in their room. There was a random knock, but no one was there, followed by footsteps. But there was nothing there. At least until the lamp on the nightstand started floating, then flew across the room at them, which they barely dodged. Something hard yet invisible collided with their jaw, followed by what had to be a kick to the ribcage. They found themselves on their back, as what had to be a foot repeatedly stomped on their midsection, their stomach, their face...and then the nightstand drawer opened and a switchblade floated out and flipped open.
"Seven? You home?" The knife sunk into Seven's chest as another came out of the drawer and flipped open, footsteps echoing in their ears as everything started to go black.
Seven gasped for air as they opened their eyes. Mae was still next to them, asleep. It was just a dream. Leaning in, Seven gently kissed her lips as they held her tightly.
"It's gonna be okay, Babygirl...we're gonna be okay. I love you," they whispered.
Seven was in a bad spot right now, but they were still strong. They'd come after Mae, but Mae was not a weakness. If anything, having Mae made them stronger. Now, they had a purpose, someone worth fighting for. And they were going to get through this.
Seven was never really one for being held, but...something about being in Mae's arms was just so comforting. Knowing they had someone who actually cared. Knowing they had someone they actually cared about. The hand through their hair brought a smile to their tear-stained face, though the moisture from the crying really made that slash on their face sting.
Reluctantly, they let Mae get up to go change, and when Seven sat up, they realized exactly how hurt they were. Their ribs were bandaged at the hospital where the badger-mutant had taken a nice swipe at them, and their torso was covered in bruises, including a nasty foot-shaped one on their other side.
"I'm coming," they groaned, trying to hide the agonized wince as they stood to their feet and trudged to the bedroom. Now that the adrenaline was long gone, Seven was tired, hurt, and there were tons of little annoying thoughts buzzing in their brain. On the way, every little sound made them jump, be it footsteps on someone's nearby TV, or a random drum-solo from a neighbor's radio. Once in the bedroom they shut the door behind them, the fabric of the shirt aggravating the assorted bruises, so they just took it off and tossed it to the side for now before crawling in bed, on top of the covers, and just lying on their back, looking up at the ceiling.
Seven knew today turned out the way it did because of dumb luck. Luckily Mae's ex had the perfect method of tracking people. Luckily, the operation was a gang of thugs and not something more organized or militant. Luckily Seven managed to call Mae as she'd let her field down. Luckily, they were both alive. While being alive was good...Seven was troubled. What if they weren't strong enough to protect her?
What if they couldn't save Mae from a mess that they more than likely caused? Crossing their arms across their bruised and bandaged chest, Seven closed their eyes, another stray tear rolling down their cheek as their body heaved with sobbing.
The sad thing about wanting to go to a bar in the daytime was that they weren't open. And Seven really wanted to go to a bar, but it was only the middle of the freaking day. Mae had gone back to work, and they didn't really want to spend any more of their day drinking the beer at home and just lazing about--anymore than they already had today, anyway. Seven had taken a free day--they felt they really needed to just unwind, and maybe get hammered in the process.
So...where does one go when the bars are closed and drinking at home isn't desired?
...Well, they found a place: The Missing Link, a bar and grill known for it's scantily clad servers and their florescent yellow shirts. God those were horrible; the running gag was those things glowed in the dark. But the food really was good, and this was one of their stomping grounds, just...not normally for booze. Desperate times and all that, they supposed.
Blonde hair hung loosely over their face as they made their way to the bar, icy blue eyes finding a spot at the far end, alone, and far enough away from any devices that the only sound they picked up was the sound from their phone, and of course the ambient sound of the room, mixed with a slight buzz from the TV signal, but it wasn't bad. Good enough their headphones rested around their neck. They wore a basic black sweatshirt and a pair of black cargo pants with their usual dirty white sneakers. Across their right cheek were three parallel scratches, equal in length and equal distance apart as if they'd been slashed by something. Waving for a beer, they took the bottle, popping the top and knocking it back in their left hand before wincing, and swapping to their right, downing the beer easily and waving for another one. The individual favored their ribs. The beer....wasn't great, but as long as they kept coming, Seven couldn't complain.
Their cold eyes scanned the room from time to time, their ears listening for any new static from a cellphone, radio, laptop, anything with some sort of signal that might be approaching.
Seven kept their head buried in Mae's shoulder, one hand gripping the back of her shirt with a death grip. They were definitely shaking, and Mae's words bounced around in their head. They didn't know what to say; the day took a lot out of them, and they were weak, shaking, and they knew full well today probably should have ended differently. In fact, if not for Mae, it would have. At some point, the room melted away, and Seven wasn't in the living room, cuddling Mae anymore.
They were thirteen again, sitting in their room in a black tee shirt, cargo shorts and tennis shoes, their blonde hair in pigtails, being berated by their dad for not being 'feminine' or a 'good daughter.' They felt just as helpless now as they did the night they ran away.
...Why were their eyes stinging? And why was Mae's shoulder wet all of a sudden? After Mae had finished speaking completely, they looked up at her, eyes stained with tears, claw marks on their cheek, hair all a mess.
"You...you saved our lives today, Mae. I just want you to know that. I...I still feel like this whole thing is because of me, but...I'm never giving up on you. I love you too, Mae." Their voice was cracking but their eyes softened as they looked at her. "You saved your ex's life today, actually," they corrected. "You saved my life a long time ago. I've fought for my life since I was a kid...but...it's different, having someone worth fighting for. Someone to actually care about." They lay their head back on Mae's shoulder.
"I'll never understand what you saw in me, but...whatever it is I never wanna lose that."
"She's safer with you...' How? This whole day was my fault.
Similar words bounced around in Seven's head the entire time they were cleaning, and the entire time they were curled up on the couch. Their headphones were off, and they were feeling a whirlwind of different things in the moment, very few of them good. They just stayed curled up with their knees under their chin, disassociating from everything. They found a sound bite floating from a nearby apartment and just focused in on that.
"This is for the title, folks. If Anarkist loses this match, he can never challenge Manfish for the title again, and this bout is anything goes, no holds barred! And it begins when we come back from break!"
They were jolted when they felt a familiar touch, and they sat up, returning the hug and burying their face in Mae's shoulder. Their hand that was around her gripped onto fabric as their body began to tremble a bit. But they didn't answer the question.
"I'm sorry. Today was...was all my fault. That was supposed to have been me on that boat today, not you. I should have been the one taken..." They let their words hang for a moment then awkwardly added. "[colordarkgoldenrod]I punched her. Before she left.[/color]"
Mae was quiet on the boat, and that made Seven uncomfortable. But they didn't let go. It'd been a rough day for both of them, and they were gonna be there for her.
They bristled at how Mae had to ride to the hospital. It almost made them sick just seeing it, and....maybe it was a good thing they didn't have the laser eyes. They were feeling a lot of feelings that they had to iron out, and it was weird. Sadness, anger, fear, jealousy...things that Seven didn't normally did with. But..that warm tingly feeling that they had first felt with Mae a long time ago never really went away. It was even stronger after their little camping trip where they confessed that they, in fact, loved her. And she loved them back. And that was enough to keep them going but...now that the action was over, the reality of them working with Cora's ex settled in and....if not for that detail, they might have actually liked her.
The stay at the clinic was quiet, and Seven didn't need stitches, but Mae's arm was in fact, broken. They were doctored up, and they escorted Mae out when done, in silence. They didn't like the silence, but couldn't think of the words to break it. Again, Mae was on the bike with Cora, and Seven traveled the radio waves home, but they didn't go inside. They let Mae get inside safely before teleporting outside, just beside Cora.
When she saw them, she took her helmet off. Perfect. "Yeah, I will. And...I am too."
Then, their fist clenched, and they did something they'd wanted to do since they'd first heard about this ex. They punched Cora, but...though they could have done damage, they didn't. They aimed for the jaw, not the nose, and they pulled the punch last second, so it hurt, but didn't do nearly as much as it could have. The punch was a 'this is for Mae,' but the pulling said punch the way they did was their way of saying 'thanks' and the closest thing to gratitude Cora was going to get.
Then, they teleported inside, ending up in their room. They made their way to the bathroom, taking care of the inevitable nosebleed that had come with the use of their powers. They were tired, they were sore, and their feelings were doing a number on them. Once everything was taken care of, they changed into an oversized tee shirt, and grabbed their cleaning supplies, taking care of the dried blood on the carpet. They had experience getting it out of their clothes, but carpet wasn't too much different. The only problem was the sharpie on the wall but they'd take care of that later.
Then, they cleaned their room and fixed the furniture in the living room. Nothing was terribly broken, thankfully, so it was an easy fix. A few hours had passed at this point, and Seven finally collapsed on the couch, curling up and pulling their knees up to their chest.
Seven held back the wince as Mae held onto them, fighting through the pain because she needed them right now. And they needed her. "No, Mae...I'm sorry. This is my fault. You got hurt because....because they were after me," they said softly, their voice as emotionally pained as it was physical.
"Me too, but...it's not over yet. We're gonna get back to dry land soon, and then we're both going to this clinic I know that doesn't ask question. Your arm is probably broken and I might as well get fixed up while we're there." They sat on the ground, leaning against the wall as Mae sank against them, both of them now on the floor in an oddly graceful and sweet manner despite the injuries.
They held onto Mae, minding her injuries, leaning down and kissing her forehead as they closed their eyes. She was hurt because of them. Because they couldn't just get a legitimate job, because they had to piss people off. They almost died today...no. Worse. Mae could have died today. When the boat came to a stop, they scribbled down an address before helping Mae to her feet, meeting back with Cora and getting back to the motorcycle.
"There's a clinic not far from here. I'll meet you two there," they said, not really keen on the idea of leaving Mae with Cora but three couldn't fit on the bike, and three couldn't teleport with Seven. And Seven couldn't travel with Mae because of her power.
They made the trip okay, thankfully that godawful radio signal they played at that clinic wasn't hard to find and track onto. They waited by the door for them to show up before escorting Mae inside.
"Yeah; we've got a guardian angel, it seems," they said, shaking off a bit of grogginess. They too were showing signs of wear, and not just from the fighting. All the teleporting was taking its toll on them, and it wouldn't be long before Seven probably got a nosebleed. Though they were probably safe for another trip or two. They knew it had to have been Mae, meaning she was alive, and aware that they were coming.
Which probably meant the goons were ready too. Cora...did her thing, disorienting the goons, and giving Seven an opening. Knife and brass knuckles started flying, goons dropping left and right as Seven's anger and exhaustion bundled up with their injury which just made them a five foot nine inch ball of fury, and eventually not a one was standing. When they got to the door, they just gave it a swift kick, splitting it in two as it fell to the floor and they stepped into the control room.
"Mae!" They called as they stepped inside, knife and switchblade ready as they stepped into the room. She was in the center of the room, with a familiar face behind her, one that made Seven even angrier, and that was before they saw Mae's condition.
They rushed him, but he turned invisible and their fist connected with nothing, then doubled over as they felt a sharp pain in their ribs, then their face which knocked them to the ground. They let out a rare cry of pain as the invisible mutant stomped on their already injured ribs, spitting blood on the ground. But....it didn't hit the ground. Bingo.
Their arm swept, aiming for the hovering spot of blood that had hit his shoe and took the invisible guy's legs out from under him, aiming the blade where they thought their stomach should be, and they were pretty much right. He turned visible as Seven picked up the knife, then swiftly finished the job without even looking back, fighting through the pain as they got to Mae and undid her restraints. "You're okay...we're here."
