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 was growing used to a roommate, and learning to coexist with another person was proving challenging but they were learning the ins and outs. Today, they'd beaten Mae home by a good bit. It'd been a rough day. Jobs went sideways, and on the way home some mutant decided it'd be fun to try to mug them. Nobody mugs Seven.
The resulting fight, however, could have gone either way. Turned out the enemy was part badger, and his nails were sharp, rigid claws. Seven got the knockout, but only because they were able to teleport from their phone to behind the guy via his phone and punched him in the back of the head with brass knuckles. As a result, the bloody shirt that now lay outside their room was riddled with little holes and slash marks.
"I know. No need to be disMaed about it," they quipped back before emerging, their face as spotless as it was when they left that morning, a sly grin on their face. "No, I did not bust my face up again," they said, leaning casually against their doorframe. their arms were covered in scratches, as was their chest and stomach, but that was covered by a navy blue tee shirt with a white silouhette of a wolf on it. "And all the medical trash made it to the trash can. And I picked up some more first aid supplies."
"Oh, I put 'em in the cabinet; lemme show ya," they said, leading Mae to the kitchen and opening the cabinet where the normal drinking glasses went. The mugs stuck out like a sore thumb, and didn't fit in with the other cups, much like Seven themselves, honestly.
"It's fine," Seven replied in response to the stammered comment. "It's..." They could tell they'd sort of made Mae uncomfortable, but didn't quite know how to phrase it or make it better, so they were struggling for the right words. When those didn't come, Seven just commented, "It was pretty easy to fall asleep to. Better than my usual background noise." There. All better.
Seven grabbed their headphones from their room and while they were there, shed the shirt and put on some clothes for the day before brushing their hair and grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot--just one. They'd never admit it, but Seven had sort of slept in today; they were normally long gone by the time Mae got up but something about this wasn't terrible. Besides, they'd been comfy in the bed.
Tugging on a sweatshirt, they put on a black beanie and slipped the headphones on over it to drone out the sound of the random devices in the immediate area. "Later, Maebird," they called as they made their way out of the door, not only locking it behind them, but making sure it clicked before they went on their way.
This night's sleep was the most peaceful Seven could remember having, and at certain times during the night, they'd press their back against Mae a little, unconsciously. The warmth next to them began to stir, and this awoke Seven from their slumber, eyes opening groggily as they watched the woman put the covers back and go about the room, and they noticed that they never left Mae's bubble.
Seven felt that twinge in their stomach again, which they swore had to be gas or indigestion from their not-so-great attempt at cooking last night. But at the same time, they acknowledged that Mae was...was....Mae was like a kitten, a puppy, or a rabbit. There was just something about her that made Seven impulsively not want to hurt her, or see her hurt.
"Hm? Oh...I didn't...I kinda just...crawled in here," they admitted with a small, half-cocked smile. This expression was more profound than their normal smirk, yet it was still considerably smaller than a full on, toothy grin. To them, this was a 'thank you.'
They sat up, stretching a little before rolling out of bed and pulling the hem of the shirt down where it had ridden up a little. "You know you snore?" they asked, quirking an eyebrow but that half-grin didn't go away. Though it seemed backhanded and the smile was barely noticeable, they were making an odd attempt at a compliment. However words like 'Thanks' and 'It's cute,' seemed to be lost on them. Blunt was just Seven's way.
Once in bed, things were quiet again. It was nice, relaxing. And the bed was warm. Though it wasn't completely quiet, as the only sound was that of a faint snoring that actually made Seven grin a little. Not their usual smirk, but less than a full on toothy smile. It was kind of adorable, they had to admit. Much more relaxing than the sounds they normally had to deal with. This was....nice.
So nice in fact, that they soon found themselves in a deep sleep. And then something tugged on the blankets. Something about moving closer or freezing Mae out of bed?
They managed to groan out a quiet, solitary "...Ok..." before scooting closer, lying on their side, back now lightly pressed against Mae. She was warm....and comfy...in no time at all, Seven was asleep again. Sleeping next to Mae was the only time they were at peace.
Seven wasn't sure what time Mae came in, but by that time they'd given up on TV, and were just lying in bed with headphones on trying to go to sleep. They drifted in and out; when they'd finally get to sleep, someone on the TV or phone or radio from a neighbor's apartment would yell or something and jar them again. Damn it. Finally, finally, Seven settled in, drifting off into a deep sleep.
"Thanks for the food, and for helping clean!" Oh. She was home. Cool. "Welcome..." they groaned, tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep. Seven didn't know how long they lay there, but...after awhile, a thought hit them, and they got up from the bed and put their headphones on the nightstand. Quietly, they made their way to Mae's room, and peeked at their roommate lying there.
Wearing nothing except a black, oversized Nirvana tee shirt, Seven crept into Mae's room, lying on the floor just inside the bubble. After awhile, that wasn't cutting it, so they crawled into bed with her, under the covers because warm, but careful to keep space between the two of them. After all, they were just there for silence, and nothing more.
Seven had to admit, what they did see was rather easy on the eyes, which admittedly they let linger for a moment. "Who would steal a towel?" they murmured, shrugging lightly as the point of the sentence was immediately lost on them. Or so it seemed, anyway. Maybe they could try to use another towel besides the one that was just hanging there. Maybe.
"Yeah, sure," was the only answer to Mae's warnings about food and leaving the door unlocked. They listened, and intended to do better, but their tone and body language probably indicated otherwise.
"Later, Maebell." They gave a wave as the roommate left to start her day, meanwhile, Seven had a boring one ahead of them.
While Mae was gone, they did manage to move the shampoo and soap to the bathroom, and even somewhat cleaned the apartment in their boredom, however things weren't put in the 'correct' places, but it was clean! They even did the laundry and washed the towels--but separating them was beyond the agendered mutant. The rest of the afternoon was spent being lazy and listening to music via their outdated CD player.
When Mae came home, Seven would be sitting on their bed, focused completely on the television. Literally, they were zoomed in on just the TV signal, and no other sounds were registering to them. On the stove, there would be a...crispy...not totally burnt and still kinda edible grilled cheese sitting on a plate, with a paper towel bearing the word "Maehem" in pen covering it. In the sink was a dirty plate, and a frying pan with burnt butter and bread residue on it.
Seven had woken up early, as per usual. They went through their routine of making coffee, draining the coffee pot, shower, and all of that, leaving a trail of unwashed dishes and dirty clothes in their wake--though these things were making it to their proper places, they just still didn't wash them, and a washrag may have gotten dropped on the floor.
They didn't have much to do today, so they did a quick smash-and-grab job, then went to the store. They came home just before the crack of dawn, grocery bags in tow, which they set on the table, along with an empty fast food bag. They had bought food, but it was their choice of food, and their preferred shampoo and bath items. Not enough to share, either. As they were putting the groceries away--in the wrong spot--they just so happened to see Mae streaking from the bathroom to the bedroom, soaking wet.
Okay then. They didn't bat an eyelash or even flinch. "Morning, Maepop," they said just as casually as always as they put the shampoo and the soap on the kitchen sink, then made their way back to the living room and plopped on the sofa, propping their feet on the table.
Seven bristled a bit at the tone and the words that Mae was using. She sounded like she was honestly concerned. Like she cared. Like she was...worried about them? That didn't make any sense. No one cared about Seven. Hell, Seven barely cared about Seven. "What makes you think I matter that much?" they asked, not realizing the weight of their words as they spoke. "I've been doing this **** since I was like twelve, so it's probably too late for me now, anyway. Yeah...you're probably gonna have to learn to accept the fact that you're gonna be waiting for me to come in, but I won't. Dangerous world; everybody's got a date with ol' Grim." They settled back into the couch, muscles relaxing a bit as they looked over.
They nodded. "I don't know what I'd do with a quiet job, if I'm being honest, Maefly," they murmured, feeling an odd...tug inside. What even was that. Probably nothing. This whole conversation was stupid.
Mae dozed off, and Seven slid over next to her, lying their head in her lap again. Not going to sleep, just getting settled in the quiet bubble and looking at the ceiling. Their eyes occasionally drifted to Mae's face, wondering what her angle was. She had to be up to something. People used people; that's just what they did. Especially where Seven was involved.
Eventually, Seven's eyes did drift closed, and they slowly fell into a quiet, deep sleep.
Instinctively, Seven scooted a little bit closer as Mae sat down next to them; they'd grown accustomed--and rather fond, of the girl's silent area already.
A snort escaped their nose as they looked over at Mae, and then their face lost that signature smirk. "I'm a freelancer. Beggars can't be choosers, Maeapple. I don't have a steady office or anything like that," they explained in their usual dry tone, but at the same time, they were...somber? Though, they'd never give details, like nothing they did to make money was legal, or that they fought in underground fight clubs for some extra cash and to blow off steam.
"Though I have to admit...I don't mind it. It adds a level of excitement, and I've had to fight for survival pretty much all my life. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?" They looked over at Mae with a small shrug before sitting back on the couch. As the silence set in, Seven looked over again.
"You're telling me; takeout is just another bill for me," they said dryly, giving a slight eyeroll for effect. "That sounds like a good idea, actually. Could always learn a new skill," they replied sincerely before adding, "But I have to say I'm not an easy person to impress, anyway." It probably sounded harsher than was meant, but tone and delivery wasn't really anything that was on Seven's priority list when it came to communication.
Seven finished eating, actually having the courtesy to bring their dishes to the sink--right as Mae was finishing up washing.
"Sometimes. I end up having to work in less-than-savory neighborhoods sometimes, but it's no big deal. Just a few cuts here and there from time to time." They snorted, their smirk a little more prominent than usual. "I don't let it happen, Maeflower. It just kinda does, though rest assured, I normally end up giving better than I got."
They gave a nod, an air of arrogance radiating from them when they mentioned giving better than they get. Then, they actually got the hint and grabbed the bloody gauze, alcohol pads, and scraps of trash from the table, and threw it in the bathroom trash--with about half of it missing the trash can. Then, they plopped back on the couch, curling up on their section as they were growing accustomed to.
Okay so maybe Seven hadn't been very used to the practice of wrapping with a towel; living alone they'd just streak from the bathroom to wherever their clothes were, but they were at least trying to adapt to having a roommate. Or rather, trying to adapt to not having said roommate see them naked. At one point the towel may have slipped, but it wasn't for very long and Mae probably missed it. Not that they'd care if she didn't. They figured that was just something that was liable to happen when one had a roommate.
Mae walked into the room as Seven was finishing doctoring themself up,, dabbing away what was left of the blood from their lip, applying a band-aid to their cheek, and leaving the contents of the first aid kit that they'd used strewn about the table, but they did have the wherewithal to close the kit and return it to its place in the bathroom. Then, they made their way to the kitchen without another word to Mae, grabbed the plate off of the counter, then grabbed a beer from the fridge and plopped back on the sofa, diving into the food.
"Well, you're a better cook than I am, Maeday," they said after a few bites. Granted, Seven wasn't a cook in the slightest so that wasn't saying much, but this was pretty damn close to what one might consider a compliment.
Seven's workday wasn't nearly as mundane as Mae's, nor was it as innocent as being the 'Freelance IT technician' they claimed to be. Okay so there was a spot of hacking at one point, but there was a few basic pickpocket jobs, followed by an underground street-fight where they managed to beat the hell out of some wannabe punk and made a good sum of money by betting on themselves. While they may have left the house first this morning, they walked in after Mae had already been home awhile.
Headphones were pulled over their head, hood of their red hoodie pulled over that, and their cargo jeans had a hole in the knee that wasn't there this morning.
The door creaked open, and then creaked closed, but it never fully shut; merely cracked. Blonde hair was strewn over their head, there was a small cut on their left cheek, and their lip seemed to have been busted, which fit in rather nicely with the bruises on their knuckles. They kicked their shoes off in the doorway, made a beeline for the bathroom where they washed off, then grabbed the first aid kit and trekked to their room wearing nothing but the towel they dried off with. This too found its way to the floor where they changed--with the door wide open, and then plopped on the couch, now wearing a white sleeveless shirt and sweat pants that still fit their two sizes too big aesthetic.
Opening the first aid kit, they began to clean up the cut on their cheek and examined the busted lip before finally noticing Mae in the kitchen.
Seven awoke before the sun, and for the first time they could remember since they were eleven...they awoke from a peaceful night's rest into a peaceful morning. They found themselves snuggled against Mae, and Seven had to admit...the girl was quite comfy. Warm. And there was this cute sound escaping from her nose. They looked down at their new roommate, and then at the rest of the room, almost hating the idea of leaving the zone of peace and quiet, but...there were things that had to be done today.
Pushing themself off of the couch, they made their way to the kitchen and plundered around before finding what they needed. They made a pot of coffee, and poured a cup and drank it. And another cup. And another. And one more. Then, they left the dirty cup on the counter, taking off the baggy shirt and tossing it on the floor outside their room and throwing on some decent underwear, a pair of cargo jeans, a baggy black shirt with some band logo on it, and of course a pair of headphones.
Then, they stumbled to the one bathroom, turning on the water and brushing their teeth, then running a comb through their hair. They didn't rinse out the sink, and they left the bathroom door wide open as they walked out, helping themself to a bowl of cereal with milk. Draining that, Seven grabbed their backpack from their room, and were out the door and going about their day to scrounge up a little cash.
Seven didn't know if their condition was insomnia, or just from the world not shutting the eff up, but it was annoying as hell regardless. The couch was surprisingly comfortable, as was the silence as Mae settled in next to them.
"Hey, I understand. Hell, I keep what electronics I have turned off unless I need them for a similar reason," they answered. While Mae thought it felt empty, to Seven...it was just right. They propped their feet up on the coffee table, just basking in the silence. After awhile, the blonde curled up on their side of the couch, knees folding up to their chest as cold blue eyes softened before drifting closed.
At some point, Seven would stretch out in their slumber, leaning against Mae and snuggling close.
"You might just wanna get used to seeing me awake late at night," they said, leaving it at that. Knowing Seven's power, Mae would hopefully understand what they meant by that. "Well, I don't have any tea.."
They let out a sigh as they looked at Mae, pondering the thought of her sharing space with them. Actually, it seemed like it might be beneficial. At least to Seven, anyway. If Mae sat close enough to Seven for them to be in the silence bubble...they could sleep. The radio-mutant sat up on the couch and patted the empty cushion.
"You can come sit if you want...we can't sleep so might as well....keep each other company." Yeah. Company. That was the reason...[/i]
