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.
Before Seven knew it, Mae's arms were around them and she was checking for injuries, and she wasn't happy. They sat up, looking at her. "Hey, it's fine. Just caught me in the jaw and I bit my cheek. That's all," they said as they stood to their feet, the adrenaline starting to wear off. "Oh, I did. You owe me a new switchblade," they half-teased, coughing a little as they shook their head. Their hair was a mess, face smeared with ash in some places, and they were starting to look tired.
"What do you say we get the **** outta here?" Seven suggested, offering their long arm to Mae before making the trek back to the apartment. It'd been a long day, with more excitement than they'd been expecting. But Mae had been threatened, and while Mae was the dominant one in some areas, Seven was the fighter. And they were protective of their girlfriend.
The ride back to the apartment was uneventful, and once they got home, Seven showered, changed into their sleepwear, and just flopped onto the sofa.
Flirting with Mae hadn't been the problem. Hell, setting the building on fire wasn't even the problem. Seven's problems began when Mae's jacket caught fire. Before then, this whole thing was just an inconvenience that they needed to flee. But now...it was an issue. The movement from the punching and the stabbing brought the hoodie down a little, exposing the lower half of Seven's face.
Knuckles connected with their mouth, and after the knife made purchase, Seven felt a hand tangle in their hair, and not in the good way, either. With a hiss, they aimed an elbow at Blue's stomach before spitting a spot of blood onto the counter. Whether the elbow connected or not, they'd look up at him with a smile the likes of which Mae hadn't seen before. While this one was toothy, there was nothing sweet about it. This smile was evil, twisted, and more than a little psychopathic.
They attempted to wrestle themself free, falling to their knees as the smoke got to them and they coughed, but couldn't stop. Eyes started to water as they made a dash for the phone on the floor and grabbed it, yelling with pain as it had grown hot, but it maybe...
Moments later, they were outside, on the ground by Mae's feet where they left the phone, coughing for a bit before they stopped, able to catch their breath, still wearing that wicked grin.
He was hiding behind the counter. Cute. They bent down and picked up their phone, holding it in their hand and trying to listen to the static noises as he talked. There was bound to be something somewhere.
"Oh if you think she's a bitch...you're in trouble." Then the cup flew across the room and hit them in the face, which...did nothing more than piss them off even more. They finally picked up on something, seemed like it was coming from the back. Music! Somebody had been listening to music behind the counter on their phone before things went to hell--literally.
The phone clattered to the ground again, and Seven disappeared, reappearing right next to Blue. In a flash, they rushed at the burning man and their left fist clenched and aimed at his jaw, the right hand gripping the switchblade and attempting to sink it somewhere into him. Hopefully chest, but it was hot, and they were too mad to focus. All they wanted was to make this asshole pay. In blood.
Honey. Honey. In all the chaos, and all the bull****, the word honey there really took them away from it all for a second. Goddammit Seven! Focus on the now or all you'll have are memories!
"I was putting 'em away when you buttdialed me, apparently. I followed the signal, so whatever you do, do not hang up that call, okay?" Their voice was firm, but they weren't taking their eyes off Blue. "You better close your eyes and hope, pray, or whatever you wanna do because we're about to find out." Seven grabbed Mae's free hand, with their other hand holding the burner phone. They focused on the slight signal it was giving off and...poof! The flip-phone clattered to the floor and both of them were gone.
But not that far. They managed to make it right outside the door of the coffee shop where at least they were safe. Or not.
"Mae, lose the jacket, now," they said, instinctively reaching for the jacket to help throw it to the ground before the flames spread and got worse. Then, Seven turned back to the building, pulled out the other flip-phone, and looked back to Mae. "Stay put. I'll be back." There was nothing gentle in the way they spoke those words. They were sharp, commanding, and bitter. Visibly, Seven had bristled, tensed, and their switchblade was in their hand, blade already out. Then they took their hoodie off and wrapped it around their face to help against the smoke, then suddenly...disappeared in a show of pixels.
In a flash they were back inside, staring at the blue guy. "You wanna threaten somebody you piece of ****? You wanna hurt somebody? Leave her out of it. Come try me on for size you stupid sonofa*****..." they growled, stepping forward and assuming a fighting stance. At 5'9, raised by the streets, Seven wasn't muscular, but with their tee shirt showing their arms, they were fairly toned, and their knuckles had obviously seen their fair share of fights. As did their nose, which looked like it'd been broken before.
Seven didn't have many jobs lined up today, just a few smash-and-grabs to gather the rest of the rent money they needed. Hell, they were back home not long after Mae would normally have made it to work. They started their day by cleaning the apartment, intermittently texting Mae. They found this fun way to mess with her that involved sending definitely not PG texts and the occasional picture. Maybe it'd be a cure for the Mondays, who knew? Besides, Seven was generally bored.
There was a long period where Seven quit sending messages, mostly to let Mae finish out her day in peace, but the apartment could also use some stocking, so they went grocery shopping, making a point to get things both of them liked. They were getting a lot better about that. Once home, the groceries were put away in their correct place(which was kind of hard to learn when you didn't make the rules. Here, things weren't just right because Seven said so.) Then, they sent one final text message.
~I got groceries!~
Very plain, ordinary and unlike anything Seven had sent that day. They normally didn't text Mae, but since they were dating now, Seven had to find new ways to pick on her, keep her on her toes. Even then this would be a rare occurrence. Then...the phone rang. Odd...Mae was...calling them? She was off work but...Headphones came down, and Seven used their powers to home in on the signal of the call, that way they could only hear Mae's voice and the other end of the call.
There was....panic. Someone screamed fire? Mae was telling someone to get out of somewhere. Things sounded like **** had hit the fan, and without thinking, Seven made sure they had their brass knuckles, switchblade, and two burner phones they used just for teleporting, then they set the phone on the counter and disappeared, pixelating into then air as they literally rode the radio waves. Literally flying blind, they just followed the sounds of that one phone call, praying to whatever god was out there that'd listen that Mae wouldn't hang up.
When the materialized mere moments later, they had to get their bearings. They were in the coffee shop Mae frequented, right behind Mae, who...had just slugged some dude who was on fire...Okay that was sort of badass. Really badass. Kinda hot, really. Hot. Fire. Right. Focus, Seven.
"Maybe a bit, but we can discuss it further if you'd like."
"I've got something to discuss, Birthday Candle. What happened, you try to light a fart?" Their eyes narrowed as their fists clenched, one hand clenched around their burner phone. "Mae, grab onto me, we're catching the train out of here," they instructed, taking charge of the situation.
Okay so there was another side of Mae underneath that sweet and gentle small frame of hers. And honestly? Seven had to admit that they liked it. A lot. They finally understood what was so important about Mae wanting a 'normal' name to call Seven, and they were more than willing to make that an exception to their rule.
Seven curled up next to Mae, their blonde hair strewn about their head and hanging in their face, slightly winded, and wearing a very out-of-character smile for them. They shuddered at the kiss on their shoulder, and let their wrap around Mae to rest on her lower back. "Maybe it was, but...it was still a good plan," they breathed.
They normally liked cuddling, but it was even better now. They leaned down and planted gentle kisses along her jawline, finally stopping to kiss her lips before snuggling close and closing their eyes.
Seven was actually in a relationship. One based on emotion. Mae was theirs. And they were Mae's.
"Yep, it's real. And no takebacks once you realize what a horrible decision you've made" they teased in their usual manner. "I'm trying to get better at this whole roommate thing. Before, nobody really gave a ****, but this is...different." Food was finished and dishes were put in the sink, and Seven got comfy on the couch as they usually did. They didn't mind being covered in sweat, grease and batter. It was a lot better than sweat, blood, and bruises if they were being honest.
Seven got caught up in the kiss when Mae came back, arms wrapping around her and leaning into it. This, they could definitelyget used to. And then...her words sunk in, and was it hot in here all of a sudden? And why was Mae's actions the past few days making Seven's adrenaline feel like they were getting ready for a fight?
That smile had been interesting. Different. Did agreeing to date Mae awaken some other side of her? Though...they couldn't say they were complaining...
With a shrug that hid their nervousness, Seven stood up, taking a breath as they watched Mae grab two towels. They made their way to the bathroom, leaving the red breakfast-stained tee shirt on the floor in front of the door as it slowly creaked closed.
They paused, leaning back into the hug. "I...I could get used to this," they murmured. "No, I thought I'd try something," they answered as Mae took one of the plates, helping carry things to the living room. Part of them was sad that the hug broke, but there'd probably be more of that later.
Once on the couch, Mae leaned over and kissed their cheek, causing them to smile. "You're welcome..." They murmured, surprisingly sweet as they spoke. They took a bite of their cooking and while it wasn't nearly as good as Mae's...it didn't suck. "I know it's not as good as yours, but I figured since we're dating now...I could give it a shot." They made quick work of the bacon, and took the opportunity to lean over and kiss Mae's cheek, though they miscalculated and missed, kissing her neck instead.
Then, they went back to the food, but they were mildly distracted, occasionally looking over to Mae, stealing glances at her face and her figure. They'd never really paid much attention, but Mae was pretty.
Seven let a hand run through Mae's hair as her head rested on their shoulder. "I don't scare easy, MaeFlower," they said with a smirk. "I...can't really explain how you make me feel, it just...feels funny, but I like it." Their breath caught as they felt Mae's lips on their neck, followed by nuzzling, and they practically melted into her. Then, they yawned, realizing it'd been a pretty busy day, and they were both tired.
"Maybe we should just go lie down," they said, somewhat disappointed but there would be other days for that, especially after they'd kissed. Seven still couldn't believe that someone actually wanted them around for more than what they could give or do for someone, but...here they were. And someone like Mae, nonetheless, who didn't seem to care what Seven did, but just liked....them. They left their bedroom door cracked a little as they changed into their usual bedtime attire, threw the dirty clothes in the hamper, and crawled in bed, cuddling up extra close to Mae tonight before drifting off to sleep.
~~The Next Morning~~
Seven was up as early as they usually were, slipping out of bed, but giving Mae a kiss on the forehead before heading to the kitchen in just their sleep clothes. Coffee pot was on, but there would be no work today; it was Saturday and Seven had other plans. They rummaged through the kitchen, finding what they needed. On the counter was a cookbook, and a laptop with ViewTube videos pulled up on how to cook.
Things went...not horribly. The smoke alarm never went off, and while things weren't perfect, they'd made a passable breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes, with only a few inedible attempts that made it into the trash can. Quickly, they returned the laptop to their room before Mae could wake up, and then fixed plates and two mugs of coffee(even though Seven technically already had two.)
The kiss was...nice, and Seven melted into it, gasping when they felt Mae's hand tangle in their hair and she held the kiss longer. When it broke they were smiling yet panting slightly, forehead against Mae's, and then Mae spoke.
"Date me." The words were more direct and firmer than Seven was used to, and they blinked. "O--okay." What the hell was that? Did Seven's voice just squeak? Before they could process, Mae was kissing them again, and then speaking.
"You don't have to. You're all I want," they breathed. "Besides. .. You're kinda the only one who wants me. There's no line or anything. Just....you. And I'm perfectly okay with that. With...this.."
"Hey. Hey. I won that fight," they replied. "I knocked 'em out, they just made me bleed a little; that's not hard to do. Besides, you shoulda seen that ****er okay? Badgers aren't all cuddly and ****." They weren't hostile, in fact, Seven was....relaxed, smirking, and just...comfortable. Apparently, they weren't the only one, either.
"It's fine," they replied, hiding the fact that their heart was racing and those weird feelings were coming back again. "I really don't mind. Besides, I think when it comes to awkward, I've got you beat, especially when it comes to getting into situations that nobody intended to be in." Reaching out, they ran their hand through Mae's hair before gently grabbing her wrist, and then the other one, pulling her hands away from her face.
They just looked at her a moment; they were going to say something but words were lost on them. Feelings were ****ing weird. Finally, Seven chuckled lightly, a smile playing at their lips. "Goddammit, Mae..." They muttered lightly before leaning in and planting a firm yet affectionate kiss on their roommate's lips, grip loosening on the wrists as they did so.
Seven didn't know what to expect but they did not expect to hear laughing. And yet...Mae was laughing her ass off. But then she calmed down and explained that she pretty much knew what was going on. They looked Mae in the eye as she spoke, though still somewhat awkward.
"Having a roommate is hard..." they grumbled, but that changed as Mae kissed her on the forehead, which reflexively wrinkled and Seven scrunched their nose. They chuckled, shaking their head as Mae finished speaking. "Okay, so I have been taking less shots to the head, and I usually do try to pick my battles, yeah."
They just sat there, looking at Mae in silence, biting their lip as they shuffled a bit awkwardly. "Uh...one thing though," they said as that sly smirk stretched back across their lips. "It was a badger, not a wolverine," they teased lightly, leaning in and kissing Mae's cheek. "But aside from that nothing gets past you, huh?"
"Meanwhile, I let my crazy shine for the whole world to see," they said with a chuckle. Seven was the more...openly chaotic of the two. They just let everything hang out and didn't really think twice about being awkward or being inappropriate. Seven didn't have any 'exes' to speak of, just...people they didn't sleep with--or see, for that matter--anymore. Cora, though...was something that just wasn't spoken of by either of them. It was a subject that obviously caused Mae discomfort, and it made something within Seven want to hunt her down and beat her up.
"Hm? I don't mean to--" there were lips on her neck, right below the jawline, and Seven felt their face turn hot as their lips tugged into an actual, tooth-laden smile. "--be..." They attempted to snuggle in closer, kissing the top of Mae's head because that's all they could really reach from that angle.
Then Mae asked how Seven spent their days and something tugged in their gut. They....wanted to tell her. They sighed, hand slightly moving across Mae's stomach, rubbing it gently in an attempt to keep Mae peaceful as they said words that weren't so peaceful.
"My days aren't really worth talking about, Maebell..." they said, exhaling loudly through their nose. "I'm...not exactly a freelance IT technician," they admitted. "I just...do whatever I need to for some cash. Sometimes it's computers, other times I'm...beating people up. Or signing up for fights and betting on myself..." They then got quiet, not making eye contact, and not really wanting to hear the response to this confession.
And Mae was laughing her ass off for some reason. Though they themselves cracked a smile at the snort. That was adorable.
"I'm not adorable, there is nothing adorable about me," they said with a shrug as Mae settled against them and they wrapped their arm around, letting their hand rest on her stomach. "You think I'm adorable, then you're as crazy as you are confusing," they teased lightly, leaning their head against Mae as she read, their eyes closing lightly as they tried to make heads or tales of what the hell was going on.
Mae's hair smelled nice.
They nuzzled a little, their cheeks turning warm as breathing slowed and became more steady and relaxed. Their eyes opened slightly, not sleepy, just relaxed.
Everything about this was lost on Seven, though that was probably true about most things within the past few days or so. There were just some things that Seven wasn't quite familiar with, like the concept of needing a name that wasn't a number. Then again, Mae and Seven were...different. While Mae seemed to know what she was going on about here, Seven was more the rough-and-tumble type who always came home injured and never flinched at the sight of blood. Differing personalities and walks of life and all that.
They were stretched out on the couch as usual when Mae got done cleaning, feet propped up on the table, with plenty of room next to them for Mae. When she did come back, Seven quirked an eyebrow. First of all, why was she whispering? They shrugged, the point once again going completely over their head. "I mean...I guess if you want to call me Jess--around the house--that'd be fine? I mean I'm still not sure when you'd need it, but...I'd let you." They looked over at Mae with a half-cocked smile.
