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.
The car ride may have been uneventful, but Seven's focus wasn't on the ride itself. Mae was fidgety, and they knew she wasn't too big on cars due to her power, so when Mae found their hand, they held on, giving it the occasional squeeze while their thumb gently caressed the back of her hand. They were silent, but their actions spoke louder than anything they could have said; they weren't good with words in these situations. They looked over at Mae with a small smile, the corner of their mouth tugging upward just slightly to let the girl know that they were here for her.
They unloaded the car once there, and Seven worked on getting everything together: the tent, where their campfire would be, the other belongings and whatnot. Once everything was in the right place, Seven turned their phone off and looked over at Mae. "I feel...weird. But it's a good weird. Unlike in your bubble, I can hear wind. Birds. Things that normally get drowned out by my powers. And I'm not hearing any radio noise whatsoever. It's....it's strange but at the same time it's nice. A true vacation, I'd say," they said with a smile.
Seven could pick up hints of the conversation, thanks to their power, but they didn't focus too much on it; they needed their senses for the task at hand. It sounded like the kid was in a bit of a tough spot, but that was life. Either you survived or you didn't. Law of the jungle and all that.
They stuck to the shadows, and the routine they'd done time and time again. Most of the time, people just got intimidated and handed over the goods, but every now and then they'd come across a hero, a rebel, or a smart-aleck. They pulled the hood of the hoodie up, keeping their head down but stepping just so he could see the outline of their silhouette. A hand reached into their pocked and pulled out their switchblade, flipping it open with a click that pierced the alley. Inwardly, they were cursing. Their last burner phone was now on the ground and out of reach. It would be a good time to restock on those soon.
"A kiss, huh? Aren't you supposed to buy me dinner first?" they quipped.
"Besides, if I did kiss ya, I'd have to kill ya. Let's just skip the foreplay and fork over the cash, yeah?" The voice was neutral, not overly gruff yet not definitively feminine either as they stood ominously in the alley like a tiger crouched in the overgrowth, waiting on their prey to make a move.
"Yeah, just once. It'll be our special moment," they murmured. They didn't need persuading because it was Mae, but if they had needed coercing, that kiss would have done it.
"Oh, I will," they'd whispered almost forcefully. "Just because I follow doesn't mean I don't know how to lead..."
The rest of the week went by quickly, and before they knew it, it was the weekend. Mae had bought supplies while Seven was out tying up some loose ends before their vacation. Their. Vacation. It sounded rather nice, didn't it? They walked into the door, smiling as Mae spoke and they looked over everything.
"Looks like it. I got some extra food; marshmallows, a cooler of sandwich stuff, that sort of thing." Seven was new to this too, but they were also excited, which was a feeling they didn't normally feel. "You ready?" They asked, leaning in and kissing her gently.
It was at this point, Seven was starting to reconsider, but they told Mae they would so dammit, they were gonna. "That would be up to you, I guess. I told myself I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress but...I think you'd be worth it...I mean...if you'd want that, I'll try?"
They shook their head. "No. No takebacks. I promise. And I would hope we can because I promised you a dress but my ass is not wearing heels. I've imagined my death many a time and it will not be from a ****ing heel," they said adamantly. They kissed Mae's neck again, this time trailing kisses up the jawline, and to the ear.
"Oh, we'll sleep," they murmured before kissing right at her ear, then whispered, "Eventually..."
Seven didn't know who this chick was, but someone out there was smiling down on them as they were down...three on one. They closed the switchblade and put it into their pocket, still wearing the brass knuckles, but while the newcomer was tangling with laser eyes, all attention was on her, giving Seven the opportunity to slip up and pat down the fallen musclehead. They pulled out the phone, and focused, honing in on the buzz and chatter of the different signals in the area. Everyone had a phone, but they just needed one signal....there. They disappeared, and reappeared behind the psychic, who was in the process of mentally lifting the dumpster, right as the meathead's phone clattered to the ground.
The dumpster, which suddenly clanged to the ground as the telekinetic found herself gasping for air as Seven grabbed them in a choke-hold, their arm tightening on her throat. Their body started to go limp, and Seven hung on, the fist with the brass knuckles connecting with the side of her head before tossing the now unconscious body to the side.
"There's another one somewhere. Invisible. I can't get a bead on their phone though," they snapped at the blonde, cold blue eyes scanning the area as they pulled out their switchblade again and flipped it open, taking a defensive stance.
It was a bit of a later night than usual, but Seven had already texted Mae to let her know they were going to be late, and may have thrown in a little something to look forward to? They were getting better at being romantic. Well, not really but they were trying.
As it was, they were walking down an alley, wearing a black hoodie, black jeans and their usual dirty white sneakers. Their hood was down, and their headphones were down around their neck, listening for a signal. The job was easy. Get into some not-quite bigwig's apartment, steal his laptop, deliver it to their contact who was waiting a few blocks over. Easy money.
Once near the apartment, the blond pulled out their burner phone, and then...disappeared. They listened for a specific station as they traveled, and appeared in the guy's living room, as planned. He was gone out, as was also the plan. On the desk was a laptop, which they grabbed and stuffed into their bag. Bingo. Then, they walked over to the radio, and disappeared again. Only to reappear...next to the window in the same apartment. The radio was smoking.
"Well well...We've been expecting you..." A voice said as they appeared out of nowhere, with someone else stepping out of the shadows, eyes glowing yellow.
"S***..." Quickly they pulled out their burner phone and it clattered to the ground, and the reappeared in the alley, right beside their original phone. Right before something hit them head on and sent them flying, crashing back first against a dumpster.
In a flash, brass knuckles and switchblade were both out, right as the large guy who ran into them stomped the phone, taking away Seven's teleportation. Then, they rushed again, but Seven thought quickly, stepping forward and hitting him square in the jaw with the brass knuckles, and he crumpled to the ground in a heap, just as a yellow stream of light singed their shoulder.
F***!" They recovered just as the two from the apartment entered the alley, the laser-eyes still smoking. They rolled out of the way just in time for another blast to burn a hole into the dumpster where they'd just been.
Standing to their feet, they spat on the ground, assuming a fighting stance, knuckles on their right hand, new, red switchblade in their left. Inwardly, they thanked Mae for replacing the blade they'd lost in the fire. She was right: red really was their color.
"I have a lot of issues, Babe, but...I think we are a good match," they said softly, their voice surprisingly lacking its usual gruffness and edge. Their hand squeezed Mae's gently.
"Exotic? That's one way to put it," they said with a quirked eyebrow. Then they made a face. "A dress...? Me. In a dress. I..." They shook their head, then looked back at Mae with a new determination."You know what? I'll take that as a challenge. We're gonna have to go get me a dress, but you're going to have to dress up too," they said with a smile and a wink that was closer to an eye-twitch.
"I could easily do this weekend," they murmured, leaning over to kiss Mae's neck. "I'm...I'm actually looking forward to it," they said happily, wrapping their arm around Mae's waist. This was a different side of Seven, one that Mae was unlocking. They were showing a softness, a side that didn't mind making themselves vulnerable, at least not to her. With Mae...they felt safe, secure.
"I know....I realized that...I couldn't pinpoint what it was, but I like having you around. And not just because of your power. And I protect what I want to keep, so...that's why I rushed back in there to kick his ass without even thinking..." They put their hand on top of Mae's, gently squeezing it. "Hey...you're good enough for me. More than good enough. I'm wondering how someone like me can be good enough for you." They shrugged, eyes locked on Mae's.
"Maebell, on my best days you still look better than me on your worst. Besides, this," they motioned to the shirt, "is basically all I wear. Nothing flattering or revealing it all. Not that I have much to show anyway. You though? Yeah." They smiled a little, nodding as they relaxed into their girlfriend.
"That sounds fun. Just you and me...no worries, a crackling campfire....it'll be the vacation I always wanted but never had." They leaned their head on Mae's shoulder, nuzzling gently.
It was true that romance was way out of Seven's grasp, but for Mae they were trying, maybe a little too hard, but even still they were failing. But...Mae still seemed to like it and it was the thought that counted, right?
"Yeah. I'm fond of you too. Very much so." They wiped their mouth before leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Though I'm used to being more of the protector than the protected.But...you've pretty much turned everything I'm used to on it's head, haven't you? Not that I'm complaining."
To them, the room didn't look or seem all that weird; Seven didn't have much to speak of themselves. What furniture they had wasn't even worth bringing with them, except for the bed, and they didn't have any books. Then again, Seven didn't have any disposable income set back either. They settled against Mae, finished with their food and pondering her question. They'd never really thought about it. But the answer came almost naturally.
"When I was a kid...I always thought about going camping. No electronics, no noise. But I never did because I don't see any point in going by myself. That and maybe a...a nice dinner. Like the kind you need reservations and fancy clothes for. I've never actually dressed up or any of that before but...I sorta think I could pull off a nice suit..." They blushed slightly; they'd forgotten about these childhood fantasies until right this moment.
Seven thought it strange the effect that just one little word had on Mae. Strange, but interesting. Seven was clueless when it came to relationships; they didn't have a clue about all the emotional stuff and the things beyond the bedroom, but they were growing fond of whatever this was. They found themselves just wanting to be around Mae, talking to her, and just...the way they felt when she got home...it was nice.
"Heh...I appreciate more than that," they said, making another attempt at a seductive look. They....weren't too good at that; they'd seen it on a movie or two and it looked hot, but when Seven did it, it just looked like they had a fly on their nose or something.
The kissing never got old, and this one was longer than usual, which was nice. "Yeah, I've got a lot going on tomorrow, so I'll probably be home after you. Not too late though," they said as they sat down and she slid close immediately. "[colr=darkgoldenrod]I promise I'll protect my face, though.[/color]"
Seven hated to ruin the moment like they did, but coffee was kind of important for both of them, and there'd be more cuddling and stuff later.
When Mae cuddled up to them again, they noticed the reaction 'Babe' had on her, and they loved the reaction. Feeling Mae's lips on their neck, their head automatically lolled to the side, granting more access. "You keep that up, and you won't have to buy me a damn thing..." they murmured softly, but then Mae mentioned the shower and they got up, eagerly following. This whole relationship thing was new to them, but they had to admit it was pretty fun so far.
Time passed, and Seven and Mae were both in the kitchen, and both wearing one of Seven's oversized shirts, though while it came down to the middle of Seven's thigh, it practically swallowed Mae, which elicited a smile from the much taller mutant. "Tacos are fine, and my shirt looks good on ya, Babe~" they said with a wink and a sultry lick of their lips before turning to help gather what Mae would need for tacos. Once that was done and it was Mae's time to work, Seven hopped up on the counter as they'd grown accustomed to doing while Mae was cooking.
They watched their girlfriend--damn that had a nice ring to it, didn't it?--as she worked, a soft, happy smirk playing across their lips.
"You're not gonna hurt me; I'm tougher than I look," they said with a wink, returning the kiss. Seven was learning that there were many layers to Mae, and so far she liked all of them, like this one that was more cuddly and tender. They liked the aggressive side, too, but...this was nice too.
That purr-like noise or whatever that was, was adorable, and it made Seven grin. They just relaxed against Mae, hands gently running up and down her back. "I thought I was just sorta picking on you, but...I've grown fond of some of them, and they are like I'm claiming you, huh?" they chuckled a little, shaking their head. "I like it, but I know you're mine, and you know I'm yours." They leaned in and kissed her lips gently. "And while I never thought I'd be saying this until recently...I'm okay with that."
Crap. No coffee. ****.
"Hang on...I'll be right back." Seven went to their room and turned on the police scanner. If Mae checked the room, they'd be gone.
Seven landed not far from the coffee shop; they'd had a miscalculation and gotten turned around, but they managed to sneak back in, and did find a few bags that were unharmed, though they had to be super stealthy now; the building burning had drawn attention. Behind the counter, they found their knife, but the plastic was melted beyond recognition. Pulling out their burner phone, they soon wound up back at the apartment, walking out of their room with the coffee and setting it on the kitchen counter before plopping back down next to Mae.
"Well, I managed to salvage us enough coffee for a little while," they said as they settled back against Mae. "But Babe...you owe me one new switchblade," they said with a teasing smirk.
When Mae put a hand on where Seven had been punched, they gently placed their hand on top of hers. "It's fine, I've had a lot worse. Didn't hit much harder than the empty coffee cup he threw at me," they said with a small shrug. They still couldn't quite grasp why Mae was so worried about their face; sure there was that bit about that brain being knocked around or something but aside from that...they were lost. They weren't sure what it was Mae saw in them but...they weren't complaining.
"You're the only one I'd ever considered doing something like that for." They stopped talking, shuddering as Mae's hand trailed down their arm. "Okay."
They laughed, shaking their head a bit. "It's fine; we can just shower later," they replied with a shrug. "[colordarkgoldenrod]Honestly? I've never had anyone call me anything like that. But from you, I think I like it,[/color]" they admitted. "Hell, when you called me that in the coffee shop I forgot the ****ing building was on fire for a minute."
Before Mae, Seven wasn't used to any of the cuddling, the sweetness, or the cute nicknames. Hell, at first Seven's use of nicknames were to pick at her, but over time...they became more affectionate. Now, as Mae loosened the bearhug she had them in and curled up against them, Seven looked down at her, running a hand through her hair.
"If anything I'm more of a villain than a hero," they said with a sigh. "I honestly wouldn't have given a flying **** about any of that if you hadn't have been in there. It did what we needed it to. Got us out of there. Not as far as I woulda hoped, but...I can work with a few feet of teleportation. S***y puns aside...you pretty damn badass. And...as far as looks go, your alleged bad days run circles around my good ones." They leaned into the kiss, then listened as Mae spoke.
"I'm not good at supporting or comforting or all that ****, but if you wanna talk about it, I'm here. And if not...I'm still not going anywhere." They leaned down and kissed her forehead for emphasis.
Seven's shower was quick, and when they plopped on the couch their hair was still a bit damp. They had a lot on their mind, a lot to comb through, though it wasn't really bad as much as it was confusing as all hell. Feelings never were their strong suit, and yet...when they found out Mae was in trouble--or anytime she was hurt, really--Seven felt something prickling up in them. When she called them 'Honey' it completely took them out of the tense moment, and it was...nice. Very nice. And then when she threatened to go back in there if Seven didn't give as good as they got. Mae was...awesome. But they didn't know how to convey that. Not with words, nor with actions: What could you do to express that?
Suddenly Seven was snapped out of their train of thought by a forceful hug. That girl had a deathgrip and probably didn't even know it. But Seven was unbothered, returning the hug, albeit a little more gentle, but still firm. Strong. "I'm glad too. I've never really been one for the comic book hero type of entrances, but...I'd do it for you anytime. Though you showed you can handle yourself. Really. That was badass. I heard you getting people to safety, and I popped in just in time to see you deck that guy." They let their hand rest on the back of Mae's head, toying with their hair a little.
"Though I gotta say....that was kinda hot." They were trying to be cute, but they noticeably cringed at their unintended pun. That was freaking horrible. "How...how are you holding up? I mean...your day kind of turned into one of mine for a little while."
