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.
"****....Yeah there's gonna be a lot of guesswork, but If I have a direction I can somewhat pinpoint it. If you pray...now would be a good time," they said as they pulled out another flip-phone. Then...they got an idea and dialed a number. Mae's number. It rang and Seven grabbed Cora in an awkward embrace as the phone clanged to the ground, following the signal.
Mere seconds later, the signal dropped and the two of them fell in a heap on the floor of another ship. There didn't seem to be anyone in the area. "What was that? Company must be here..." a voice down the hall muttered, followed by footsteps.
Seven clambered to their feet, switchblade in one hand, brass knuckles on the other. As soon as someone came into view, Seven was already rushing, leaping at them with a brass-knuckled superman punch which floored the man who honestly had no idea what he was getting into. They patted them down, not finding anything on his person worth taking.
"Dammit," they grumbled as they heard more footsteps coming from around the corner. "I'd give a boob for a gun right now" they grumbled as they took a fighting stance. "Get ready. And I'm not getting much of any signal here. They were prepared for us. For me..."
Seven knew the badger was out of their league in a fair fight, and since there was nothing technological behind him, the playing field had tipped against them. But Seven did have an ace up their sleeve, though they weren't entirely sure what the woman was capable of, she was surely capable.
The badger began to circle like a wolf that cornered it's prey, and Seven turned with him, never letting their back face him. That, they knew, would be catastrophic for them. And that was when Cora sprung. It happened fast, but Cora had the badger lassoed and on his ass in no time and Seven capitalized, running forward and connecting their shin to the side of his head. Then, they sunk their knife into his chest and pulled it back out, leaving him lying there motionless.
Seven was bloodied, sweaty, and starting to get winded as they brushed their hair out of their face, peeking out into the hallway. "All clear." They kept the switchblade ready. "Where to now? I'm just the muscle."
Whoa. Okay that was really cool, even if Seven still wasn't a hundred percent what was going on there. They gave Cora a rare, impressed nod of approval. "Yeah, me too. Though knocking around peons is good stress relief..." They sort of growled as they searched for duplicate-girl's radio, once again taking Cora by the hand and teleporting. It seemed like they were close now. They'd come out in what looked like a bunk-room, with a cell phone, a radio, and a laptop all on the table. The door was closed.
Carefully, they walked to it, not picking up any signal besides the ones on the table right now. As they reached for the door, it swung open, and there was a mutant dressed in ragged clothes, hunched over but just a little shorter than Seven and built like a tank. Their body was splotched with black fur in places, and their flat-top hair had a white streak going down it At the end of their hairy fingers were large claws.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Hufflepuff..." they groaned, stealing Mae's nickname for him. "I knew I smelled ya coming, Seven. You looking for another ass-kicking?" he growled. "Funny, from what I remember you spent the end of that fight on your face," they spat in response, aiming a kick for his midsection before jumping back, narrowly avoiding the swipe of Badger's claws in retaliation.
They prepared to teleport behind him, but there wasn't a signal coming from him. Shit. He got smart. Badger took advantage of this pause and pounced, tackling Seven to the ground and swiping at their face, but Seven managed to rock him with a punch so he staggered back a bit and only just barely broke the skin of their cheek. But he was still on top of them, and they had the size advantage to begin with. Thinking fast, they dug both thumbs into his eyes before managing to roll on top and wrap their hands around his throat, but he answered with a slash across their ribs that knocked them to the ground. Seven coughed, bleeding from their face a little as blood soaked through their hoodie. It wasn't too deep, just enough to hurt.
They took a fighting stance, waiting for the Badger to make a move. They hated playing the defensive, but they were hopefully going to turn it around.
Okay so the girl could hold her own and was very clever to boot. While Seven didn't fully understand her powers, they had admit that she knew full well how to use them. Meathead was down, and Seven smirked. Seemed the poor guy's mutation was just being a gigantic punching bag. In the moment Seven sort of forgot that they owed Cora a punch in the face later. But that wasn't relevant to the task at hand, anyway.
Seven nodded. "Yeah. Just know I can't tell where we're gonna come out exactly, so...be ready for anything," They instructed, free hand grabbing Cora's as they disappeared again, this time appearing in a corridor on the level above. This boat was surprisingly large, and there was really no telling what the hell they'd gotten into.
When they reappeared, they were directly behind a lone woman that Seven didn't recognize, with short black hair that was spiked, a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders and cuffs, matching gloves with studs on the knuckles, and leather pants, boots, and a belt, also outfitted with studs. Before Seven could react, the girl turned around and Seven threw a punch, which hit thin air as she split into two. Two, they could still handle as they threw another punch, but the two became four. And then eight. Sixteen.
In a flash the corridor was full of these admittedly somewhat attractive biker girls, all of them wanting to kick their asses.
Seven didn't often carry people with them when they traveled, and the one person they were willing to carry couldn't go very far before the signal kicked out. So aside from what they felt when traveling, they didn't know much about the side effects, and Seven felt they were better equipped to deal with it, making them a poor source of advice.
"No, I don't. But I also don't know if they expected...you know, us."
When Cora used the mirror to peek around the corner, Seven bristled at the sight, and held up two fingers in response. They pointed out the guy with the black eye and busted lip and mouthed "Meathead," then to one with a freshly broken nose and a bandage on their head. "Psychic," they mouthed, before motioning to themselves as if to say 'I did that.' And then, Seven paled, biting their lip and internally swearing.
"I think they were after me," they mouthed, clenching their fist and flipping open the switchblade. Then, they pulled out a flip-phone with their free hand and disappeared, reappearing behind the psychic and sinking their blade into his chest from behind before pulling the knife out and disappearing again, reappearing back in the room and preparing for the other thugs to find them.
They weren't thrilled about working with Mae's ex, but they understood the importance of the uneasy truce. Sometimes, things had to be done so the job could go without a hitch. And this was no ordinary job. They grabbed the bike helmet and put it on. "It's been awhile but this ain't my first ride by a long shot," Seven replied as they climbed on behind her, hanging on. Their mind briefly flashed back to when they were younger, living with a guy who had a bike. In fact, she drove sort of like him. Granted, this was urgent, so maybe not like him at all.
Water. They'd taken her on water. "Sonofa---" They clenched their fist, thinking. "Boats have radios. And I'm sure those thugs have a phone. I can get us there." They pulled out a burner smartphone, opened up the music app, and pulled up a...polka station on very low volume. "Hang on. This may be bumpy. I'm gonna try to get us to the boat, but I don't know where on the boat we're gonna wind up, so be ready." With their free hand, they grabbed onto Cora and focused, the phone clattering to the ground.
Seven honed in on radio waves, hopping from one to another until they picked up a communication signal. That sounded right. There was another signal that sounded close, so they hopped to that one and moments later the two of them materialized on the boat, next to a radio blasting rock music. No one else was in the room, luckily, but they had their knife out anyway, just in case.
"Okay," they whispered. "Now for the fun part. Hope you can fight."
Seven quirked an eyebrow at the statement of truces, and then with her demonstration, it became pretty apparent. However, their desire to get Mae back far overpowered the desire to punch Mae's ex, so Seven merely nodded, waiting for the woman to finish speaking.
"The infamous ex, I presume?" they said after a moment of thought. They bristled a bit, but they managed to remain calm--well, as calm as they could be. "I've got no problem with a truce; I'd make a deal with the devil himself if it meant getting her back. Any issues we have can be sorted later," they added.
"Lead the way. I got your back." Though it probably wasn't necessary, Seven turned and locked the door behind them as they left before stuffing their hands in their hoodie pocket, adrenaline still pumping through their veins.
Seven was met by an unfamiliar voice, but it was obviously an old acquaintance of Mae's. In a less tense situation, they probably could have put two and two together, but when there was something to be done, Seven didn't waste time thinking on things unrelated to the task at hand and getting Mae back was the most important task they could think of. Seven gave the address, and went into their room, opening a drawer and grabbing a few burner phones which they stuffed into their backpack. Headphones went over their ears, and the hood of their jacket went over that. Just in case they packed an switchblade, and cleaned off the black one, putting that one in their jeans pocket too.
The remainder of the time, they spent pacing the floor, hands in their hoodie pockets as they swore under their breath. Alone there was nothing they could do, but they hated relying on someone else, especially somebody they didn't know. But as established, for Mae, there was nothing they wouldn't do.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the short-haired woman walked into the room, a little taller than Mae but still shorter than Seven's five-foot-nine.
"Seven," was their simple answer, followed by a nod. "Since we're going to be working together, that makes sense."
Having never been on a vacation before, Seven was not expecting that post-vacation drag. Today was considerably better than the day before, all things considered. Better meaning they didn't get ambushed and stiffed on a job while being burned by laser vision. That...was a hard one to explain to Mae, even though they told the truth. They remembered using the phrase "It's too stupid to make up," a couple of times at least. Though now they were a part of something bigger that would hopefully benefit them. Having backup from that blonde chick saved their ass, that they were sure of.
Today was pretty slow. Steal this, beat up that guy, deliver it to this other guy, collect your money and repeat.
Or it was supposed to go that way, anyway. Their last job didn't quite go sideways, but someone they were fighting accidentally discovered the burn on Seven's shoulder and took advantage of it. So, needless to say they were happy to get home--and apologize to Mae for the bloody nose. Wait...when they got upstairs, the apartment door was open, making Seven's blood run cold. In a flash their switchblade was out as they stepped inside. "Maebell...? You there? Everything okay?"
They froze in their tracks, feeling their hair bristle up on the back of their neck and their blood begin to boil. Coffee table was flipped over, there was blood scattered about, things had been broken...Their room had been hit too, in fact that's where most of the blood was, and their black handled switchblade with the skull emblem lay on the ground, open and also covered in blood. And on the wall in sharpie...was a random phone number?
Whatever happened here...Mae didn't go quietly. "That's my girl..." they murmured, trying to shake aside the gripping fear as they pulled out their phone, hoping Mae left them a good lead because Seven was going to find whomever was behind this. And they were going to pay in blood.
Seven dialed the number. "Hey...I don't know you, and you don't know me, but something's happened to Mae, and this is the number she left for me to find." Their voice was firm, though not demanding, and trying not to show any fear though there was definitely a lump gripping their throat as they waited impatiently for this to resolve so they could go kick some ass.
Seven found Mae's closeness refreshing and not clingy; they found that Mae being right there made them more comfortable sharing some of the darker bits of their past. Besides, it was just them out here, even more than when it was them at the apartment because there were no neighbors, no other people nearby, and there wasn't even a signal for Seven to pick up, which made everything that much more intimate.
"You're clearly the attractive one of this pair, but...I enjoy the compliments. Even though I don't understand it, I like knowing you see me that way," they admitted. "I just never really saw myself that way. I'm more scary than anything, my figure is boring, my hair's a mess, my nose has been broken a few times, and it shows...yet you still find me attractive." Their face melted into a smile.
Then Mae said the words back, and the name Jess sent shivers up their spine. But they didn't have time to respond because the kiss followed, and it did not show signs of breaking. Seven's arms wrapped around Mae, melting into the smaller woman as they closed their eyes, blind to everything but the heat of the fire and their girlfriend being right there.
The heat and the crackling of the fire, Mae's words, the ambient sounds of nature. No radio noise whatsoever. It was easy to get lost in the tranquility, if they were being honest. And having Mae there just made it better. "I did once, when I was thirteen, but it wasn't fun in the slightest. My dad was in the military, and he took me one weekend. It was less camping and more survival training. It was just sleeping bags and the bare essentials in the woods. Not even an official campground. He'd told me if I didn't want to be feminine he'd see how masculine I was. There were still electronics on his person, so it wasn't even this quiet...not long after that, I ran away." They looked over at Mae, having shared something they'd never told anyone.
"I understand. I mean...that was probably hard. Though...I have no problem rushing into a burning building for you. Or whatever I need to. I'll always have your back," they murmured, wrapping an arm around Mae's shoulder and leaning their head against hers before their voice became a little more tender, though loud enough for Mae to hear it clearly: "I love you, Mae..."
Only recently was Seven realizing that there were perks to not having to be alone. While they had Mae for their personal life, maybe they could use something similar in their professional life in a sense. Besides, Seven recognized that had this woman not been there, they might not have made it home at all tonight. So, they didn't have to chew on the offer very long before giving a nod in agreement and following her, keeping their ears open and their eyes peeled. Trust wasn't something that Seven handed out freely, this was more professional in nature.
The walk was made in silence, and Seven made their way to the bar, taking part in the introductions in their own, socially awkward way which was just a nod and their name. When Tses spoke, they listened, chewing on every word.
"Ya don't get far in this business without pissing a few people off, yeah?" they replied. "You make an interesting offer," Seven mused with a nod before offering their hand. "I accept."
It was still odd, being the comforting and supportive one, but they were getting used to it, and Mae seemed to appreciate it, which told them they were at least doing a decent...or okay job at the very least. They closed their eyes slightly when they felt Mae's arms around them and her head against their back. Having her close like that just felt...right. Seven let one hand rest on top of Mae's, fingers gently dancing along the back of her hand.
"It's nice. My range is about ten feet, but when you're in the city there's something everywhere it seems like. But this....I like," they murmured softly. "This is going to sound cheesy but...I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. Alone, I'd go crazy, and...I don't like many people," they said with a small snort.
The embrace ended too soon for Seven's liking, but that was technically any embrace with Mae. They helped Mae with the tent, with few hangups, and then started on the fire, getting everything together, and then pulling out a match and tossing it on there, eventually forming small embers that slowly grew. Once the campsite was settled, they sat down next to it, patting the ground for Mae to sit next to them.
Seven chuckled lightly. "That depends on your definition of professionally. Am I officially trained, go to gyms, win fancy belts? No. But I know enough to handle when a job goes sideways, and every now and then I might enroll in an...unsanctioned fight, bet on myself, and take home a nice chunk of cash for my trouble," they said with a nod, not giving away too much information. She may have helped them, but in Seven's line of work, that could change in a heartbeat.
Brushing themselves off, they stood to their feet and stretched, patting down their face and checking for any damage besides the few burn marks on their shoulder, their back and their arm. "Didn't come out of that too bad, all things considered," they murmured. Bonus points, their face hadn't been touched, so Mae would be happy about that, at least. Also meant Seven kept their promise!
"It's pretty obvious you have an idea of what went down here, so uh...if any work comes up needing an infiltrator or someone to get their knuckles dirty, mind putting a word in for Seven?" they asked, figuring they might as well try and get that out there. After all, tonight's fiasco wasn't going to be paying any bills.
Quickly, Seven took the stranger's advice and slipped into the cracked door of the building, shutting it behind them and waiting. They knew better than to ask questions when told to clear out. There was no window, and no way for them to see what was going on, but they heard...several small explosions? When nothing else exploded, the door of the building flew open and Seven rushed out into the alley, leaping out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit by laser blasts.
They hit the ground and rolled to their feet, switchblade in hand as they rushed the laser eyed mutant, hitting him with a flying tackle. Once they hit the ground, Seven scrambled to their feet, getting behind the guy and putting him in a chokehold, with their knife to his throat. "Okay, Stink-eye. Start talking or I'll give you the closest shave you've ever had. How'd you know I'd be here, and why were you waiting?" they hissed.
"Heh....wouldn't you like to know, Seven?" They pressed the point of the blade into his neck.
"Yes, I would, and it's in your best interest to tell me. I'd also like to know how you know my ****ing name."
"Easy...you pissed someone off, and now they want your head. But this ain't over. And your name ain't that big a secret."
With a sigh, Seven pushed the knife the rest of the way in, and stood to their feet, cleaning off the blade on their shirt. They checked their backpack, spotting a place on the back where it was singed. "Well, there goes my ****ing payday," they grumbled as they chucked the burned laptop into the now bent dumpster, then turned their attention to their unexpected ally.
"Hey. Thanks for the backup," they said with a nod as Seven put away their knuckles and switchblade.
