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.
"You'll always be Mae to be, or whatever nickname I decide to use with that," they replied, cracking open their beer and looking over at her again. "You didn't offend me, it just caught me off guard. It was just weird is all. Innocent question, really. And...for some reason I don't mind talking to you about this shit." There was a real smile, and there was even a brief flash of teeth.
However, some of what Mae was saying didn't compute. It just went over their head, and they looked back at Mae with a confused look as they took another bite of their burger and a swig of beer. "Why wouldn't you be able to call me Sev or Seven?" they asked, sincerely. "I mean....everyone calls me that." They went back to their food, making fairly quick work of Mae's cooking like they normally did, and then polished off their beer and took the dishes to the sink, with everything finding its correct place in the end. See? They were learning.
"Cool. Let me know if you need anything, besides me keeping a perimeter so the food doesn't burst into flames or anything," they joked, their smirk a little bigger than usual lately. Seven was starting to open up a little more, bit by bit.
At the question though, Seven jumped in surprise, almost cringing a little. But then, they stood up and made their way to the kitchen and took the envelope. Damn credit card companies. Before they said anything, they shredded the envelope in their hands and tossed the scraps into the trash.
"Yeah, uhm...Jessie is my first name," they said with a shrug, not making eye contact. "I'm still Seven though. Or you can call me Sev again if you want. Jessie's just...my parents called me Jessie. When they decided they were done with me, I stopped using it and changed my middle name to Seven." After they spoke, they gave another shrug, sitting on the counter until the burgers were done, and fixed their own plate, grabbed a beer, and plopped on the sofa, as was their usual routine.
Seven shrugged. "Oops." They smirked coyly, and though they'd debated leaning in and kissing Mae's neck, they didn't. That cute face was so unfair though. "Yeah, let's do that..." they said, only seeming slightly disappointed. Though it wasn't bad. Mae had to heal after all.
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A few days had passed, and life returned to normal as Mae's injuries were given time to heal. Seven didn't speak much about what they'd talked about, but Seven was spending more time close to Mae, and not just for her silence. The cuddling was nice, and spending time with her made them...happy.
It'd been a basic day for Seven as they walked inside, tossing a pile of mail on the counter without even looking at it; it was always Mae's mail. Today, however, towards the middle of the mail-pile was a piece of junk mail for a credit card application. The envelope was addressed to a "Jessie Seville," but they hadn't noticed. They went straight inside, and went about their post-work ritual, changing clothes and plopping on the couch and propping their feet up.
Seven felt their body relaxing as Mae leaned into the embrace, and a light shiver went up their spine as she murmured into their neck. Without thinking, their head lolled to the side a little, giving Mae more room. They didn't know what would happen, but they were just following their instinct as their hand continued its journey through Mae's hair, the other resting lightly on her shoulder.
"I don't know, but...I don't think I'm opposed to this," they murmured, leaning their head against Mae's as their eyes closed slightly. Lots of thoughts were running through their head, but they weren't worried about any of that. All that mattered, was what was going on right now.
"You don't have to worry about that with me," they comforted, still letting their fingers run through Mae's hair, fingers occasionally brushing skin. "I don't think I've ever been on a date...just ****ing until we get tired of each other," they admitted, eyes dropping to look at the floor. "I don't know **** about relationships, and I'm completely out of my comfort zone here. Honestly, I don't like that...I like being in control of a situation, and here, I'm not. But...I like being around."
After Mae spoke, they turned to look at her again, hand still lightly toying with Mae's hair. "I do the same thing, except I hide behind my headphones, in a random soundwave, or...under you." They sighed, this feelings talk was making them feel weird. Their face was hot, their heart was pounding, and there was this rush of adrenaline paired with that twinge that was more often pulling at their stomach. Taking a breath, Seven leaned in, carefully wrapping their arms around Mae and placing their lips against their forehead, letting them linger for a moment before pulling away.
"I can see it, you better at dodging. I'm better at giving--and taking--a hit," they said with a smirk, though the idea of someone having Mae by the hair made them visibly bristle for a moment. They were glad it wasn't worse, because it definitely could have been something their homemade infirmary couldn't handle.
"I mean...I don't normally do sweet but I wanted to try and help you feel better," they said, looking at Mae even though her eyes had closed. "Honestly...I...I've been out of my element ever since our little uh...incident yesterday," they admitted. They thought a moment as Mae looked at them with half-closed eyes and asked another question.
"I'm not a good judge of what's crazy," they said with a chuckle, reaching out and running a hand through her hair again. "Crazy or not...I've grown to like it..."
"Sometimes it's like that," they said with a nod. Seven had learned to just to roll with it, but that was because to them, coming home injured was a common occurrence. "That...doesn't sound pleasant, no," they said with a small smirk and a shake of their head.
They were prepared to escort, or hell, even carry, Mae to the couch, but she had it covered. So, they just watched, making sure she was okay before they went to the kitchen and got to work. When they came back, they had two plates, which they set on the coffee table and then went back for drinks. Then, they sat in their usual position on the couch, watching as Mae somewhat struggled to eat.
"I'm fine because I come home like that all the damn time," they said, voice somewhat firm. "You're not a wimp, I'm just a fist-magnet. Though...if it helps, eating with a busted lip never gets easier, trust me." They gave a nod as they started into their own dinner, settling into the silence, but occasionally stealing a glance over at Mae.
Wait...Seven sat up, their head snapping to look over at Mae. "You ordered food?" They asked, concerned. That was a page from Seven's playbook, Mae wouldn't do that. And now they wanted to go beat up that prick all over again. But they didn't. They scooted closer to Mae, putting a hand gently on her uninjured cheek.
"Do you want me to reapply first aid? Ice for the lip?" They asked.
When there was a knock on the door, Seven stood up, not even throwing on shorts; just answered the door in the oversized shirt they slept in, paid the delivery girl, and set the pizza on the table.
Leaning down, they gently ran a hand through Mae's hair. "Pizza's here. You want me to bring you some?"
Mae wanted to keep Seven around. Not for their skillset, nor for anything they could necessarily offer. She just...wanted them, and that confused Seven just a little bit. But at the same time, they now knew they felt the same way. They drifted to sleep, these thoughts weighing on their mind, but put at ease by the feeling of Mae in their arms. It was weird, sleeping like this, but it was nice.
"I need to get up and make us some food,"
Seven groaned, grip loosening just slightly to allow Mae to pry herself free if needed but they grumbled and groaned. "Sure we can't just starve?" They rolled over, to allow Mae to escape, but they were still asleep, blonde hair strewn all around their head.
Mae relaxed as Seven nuzzled her, and they settled into their sleep, holding onto Mae with a firm yet careful grasp. They just lay like that, slowly drifting off to sleep themselves, but that was interrupted when they felt a tight grip on their shirt, that caused their eyes to fly open, and look down at Mae with confusion. And then they spoke.
"I rolled off the couch in my sleep and...I just stayed on the floor. I felt like that's what I deserved," they said plainly, with a shrug. "I...I'd hurt you. I realized I...I don't like to see you hurt. And then seeing you come back beaten up...that made me so mad..." They sighed, closing their eyes. "When someone else hurts you, I can just go beat 'em up. But...what do I do when it's my fault?" They lowered their head, eyes still closed. They didn't make eye contact; this situation was just weird. They didn't know how to handle it, and they didn't like being out of their element and not being in control.
Seven was knocked out; they'd had a harder day than they'd realized and it had taken a lot out of them. Maybe not so much physically, but it had wreaked havoc on their mind and emotions. They were so sound asleep that they didn't stir when Mae got up. When she came back they were sprawled across the couch. When there was a tug at their arm icy blue eyes opened to stare groggily up at Mae. "Huh?....Oh.... yeah. Sure sounds good," they yawned before sitting up.
They didn't comment on Mae's wording, either being too tired or just not in the mood for jokes at the moment. "How ya feel?" they asked as they crawled into bed, with Mae snuggling right back up against Seven. They wrapped their long toned arms around their roommate and held her close yet gently. Looking down, they felt more little twinges in their stomach, and their lips tugged into a smile as they leaned down and nuzzled her.
Seven was a little surprised when Mae was the one scooting closer, and then she wiggled under Seven's arm. They wrapped the arm around her and held her gently, wary of her battle-wounds from earlier. It was awkward for Seven, but they sat there, holding Mae gently as long as she needed to be held, but it wasn't long before the soft sound of snoring broke through the settling silence.
They smiled, looking down at her and pulling her closer, readjusting so they themselves could stretch out better. When Mae awoke, Seven would be the one knocked out, holding Mae like a child holds a teddy bear, a light smirk still on their lips.
"No one will know it was me. No witnesses, no evidence," they affirmed, nodding sincerely. They didn't really know what else to say, but they listened as Mae continued talking.
"Caring isn't my strong suit, Maeple Leaf..." they admitted. "I..." they breathed, making and then breaking eye contact, but then looking back at Mae again. "I like more than just your powers," they blurted. "I like how you care. How we can just...relax, and talk. The things you do and don't ask anything in return. Sure, at first I was only there for the silence, but...I've grown fond of sleeping next to you. You're warm, and comfortable. I just don't...do...feelings that well." They looked away as they sat back on the couch, arms folded across their chest as they let the words sink in. They too had to comprehend what it was they had just said. Emotions were weird.
Seven sat in their own thoughts as they waited. This was weird and confusing. Those twinges they felt...that was a hint of something else, wasn't it? They'd grown up in a cold household, and from there were raised by the streets, but...they understood the protectiveness. And they wanted Mae to be safe, almost like since she was their roommate, she was theirs to protect when need be. Or something like that. Hell, they didn't know. But...what they did...it felt right.
When Mae sat down, Seven laughed softly, and nodded. "I didn't even notice that I'd forgotten them until I got almost home..." they admitted, looking at her. "He won't be bothering anyone anymore. I made sure of that." Then, they decided clarifying might be a good idea. "I didn't kill him, I just beat a little decency into him. I hope. Look...we've established that I'm an idiot, yeah. But...if you didn't deserve my help I wouldn't have given it." They sighed, biting their lip a little.
"Look...I know I suck at showing it, and I'm a lousy f***ing roommate, but...I do care."
Mae wasn't on the couch, but their headphones were still on the table. They'd left without them. And they hadn't even noticed the noise. They looked in Mae's room, nope. Then, the bathroom. There she was, hugging her knees, her back all messed up. They felt something tug in their chest seeing this, and the hair on their neck bristled again.
Walking over without a word, Seven gathered the first aid kit, pulling the supplies together, and started tending to the injury on her back. "It's okay, Mae. Just be still; I got ya," they comforted, cleaning up the blood, and then started pulling all the trash together and getting rid of it. It never even dawned on them that Mae was shirtless.
"I took care of him for you," they said somewhat awkwardly. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything, okay? Just...let me know. I'll....let you get a shirt on and all." With that, they gave Mae an awkward side-hug and made their way back to the couch, curling up on their section like they usually did, only this time, they had a troubled look on their face, eyes closed as their body shook a little and their eyes started to sting. What...what was even happening.
