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.
Brain looked a lot happier and it made Henrietta feel better. She hadn't brought down the mood again, which was good to know. It seemed like maybe she had even helped him become confident in his goal. The girl smiled proudly to herself as she took a drink of her black coffee and looked around the cafe. It was nice not to have a very visible mutation. The only thing she had to worry about was what her hair was doing in front of others. That could end up badly otherwise.
Henri listened as he talked about sorting his life out. He said he needed somewhere to stay and she looked down at the tabletop. "Well, I guess I could take you to the Mansion, but you'd have to find a greeter from there. I don't know if I'm allowed to just let you walk in or not. Does that make sense?" She really hoped it did because she wasnt' sure how else to word it. She thought she had explained it well enough, but he might not have known what she meant by 'greeter'. Just in case, she added, "Greeters are people who show you around and help you if you want to live there."
The blonde confirmed that it was a definite like. Part of Henrietta felt all fluttery from the news, and the other part of her felt like she was going to punch Van in the face. Why did she have to experience this feeling so intensely for the first time over someone who seemed like he didn't feel the same way? Twyla didn't seem too thrilled with the Henri liking the boy with piercings all over his face. She understood. If Mirror ever hurt her, the girl would be so p.o.ed. It wouldn't even be remotely funny and Maya/Gawain would be lucky if they didn't have any missing teeth.
The advice was to do whatever felt right. It made sense, but still didn't help her know what to do. Henrietta wanted an answer so she wouldn't have to make any hard decisions. It was a selfish thing to want, but how could she know if she was making the right choice? What if she thought she never wanted to see him again, but then someday saw him with some really pretty girl? She knew she'd regret that, but she could get hurt if she tried going out with him again. Neither thing sounded like a pleasant option. But maybe, just maybe, her and Van could be a couple and be happy. It was too much like a guessing game and it made Henri nervous.
Twyla had sighed repeatedly, which was an obvious sign that she wasn't completely agreeing with what was coming out of her mouth. It's nice of her to try, but it's like reading a book. The brunette just smiled and looked at her friend. "Thanks, Twyla. You're an amazing friend." It was true, Henrietta had never had anyone like Twyla before. It was one of the best things about being kicked out by her mom: all of the friends that she cared about and that cared about her too. It didn't matter to them what she was on the outside, she was just Henrietta Braun and that was the way she liked it.
Brian explained what happened in his country. It didn't sound very bad and that was good. The brunette was glad to learn that not every country was being horrible to mutants or vice versa. Violence on either side's part wasn't really going to improve anything at this point. It would just add more fuel to all the hatred and fighting. To Henrietta, even if it seemed pointless to try, but she was determined to find somewhere that she could help and make a difference. The boy seemed to have the same dream, but he thought that it was silly.
Henri looked at the Brian and took a sip of her own coffee. "I don't think it's silly. I have the same kind of thoughts and dreams. I think it's good that we think that way. There'd be something wrong with us if we didn't care about others, you know?" She put her cup back down and gave him a small smile. I didn't mean to make him depressed. Maybe I should just talk about something else now, like...fishies. Fishies seemed to lighten the mood a little. After a moment of deliberating, she decided that it was kind of a stupid way to change the subject. I'll just wait to see what he says this time.
Twyla thought the shake would have been a better idea too. Henrietta decided she didn't feel as bad now. Yes, she knew that fry-throwing wasn't something people did in their daily lives, but she was sure it happened more than shake-throwing. At least fries wouldn't have ruined his clothes or gotten him cold and sticky. The blonde noticed the sudden conversation shift. It didn't seem like she had anything to share except that she enjoyed the alone time. After sitting there a few minutes, Twyla spoke again.
She asked if Henri really liked him that much. The brunette glanced at her hands. "I thought I did, but of course I don't really have anything to compare this feeling to. I've had crushes and stuff, but this doesn't feel like that at all. I randomly think of him even when he has nothing to do with whatever conversation I'm having." She ran both sets of fingers through her hair and sighed. "That's liking, isn't it? It feels like liking."
Henrietta was now looking at the carpet and looking at how it was made. It was hard to tell because it looked like it all flowed together in one big piece. It was a nice neutral color that made the room blend. Why am I acting so interested in the carpeting? I'm not at all, but I'm afraid of what Twyla'll think about all of this. Her and Mirror are totally into each other and they're both so nice. What's wrong with me that I like the guy who tells me making out is just for fun. The girl rolled her eyes slightly and then looked at her friend. "So, what do you make of all this?"
Lenna mentioned a training facility. Henrietta glanced at the leader of the Kabal, waiting for an answer. He said they had something like the X-Men’s Danger Room. She had never been into the Danger Room personally, but she had heard about it and thought it sounded really interesting. Slate had said that she could still become an X-Men, so maybe she would get to see the interior of the fabled room one day.
She looked to Lenna to try to figure out what she was thinking. It sounded like she wanted to train the girl and so far Henri liked Lenna pretty well. Part of her felt a little guilty for even going to another group besides the X-Men, but it sounded like they would take her in without all the training. She just needed some self defense and all she wanted training in was helping people. She didn't need all the fancy holograms, just someone to explain her job. That was perfectly reasonable, wasn't it?
"Uh, I guess it depends on what you two think I need to know."
Chris smiled at Henrietta, but it looked confused. It almost made the girl laugh just because he seemed so innocent sometimes. There was nothing wrong with that and Henri was pretty innocent in general herself. It was one of her things that made her so naive. Before today, she had just kind of talked to people, but not they had been attacked and trusting would be a little more difficult.
The man had ahold of the fish-boy and he looked nervous. It sounded like he wanted to train the boy to fight or something. She glanced at Chris to gauge his reaction to the situation. If he looked really uncomfortable, she could change the subject and get Daimon to leave her new friend alone for a while. Something about Chris made her feel protective. She had a feeling it had to do with what they'd been through together. [i[They do say that tragedies bring people together.[/i]
Kasumi said something about being in the X-Men and Henrietta felt her eyes widen a little. Impressive. She only knew what it was from going to Xavier's school and seeing them fight a giant clay monster. Wait, more flirting again. Gag me with a spork. Without realizing it, the brunette made an obvious eye roll in front of the entire table.
The boy asked her about the American view of mutants. Henrietta looked at him and lowered her voice as well. "Just like most places, some people are really against mutants and others don't care. My friend and I got mugged before coming here once. He was a very obvious looking mutant and that's why they targeted us. His name was Chris and he reminded me of a fishy." The girl raised an eyebrow at herself. "Did I really just use the word 'fishy' in a mature conversation?" Henri laughed and her eyes crinkled a little.
The waitress brought Brian's order over and she looked at Henrietta with big eyes and then back at Brian. "Um, enjoy your meal." She retreated back behind the counter in time to take another person's order. Henri smiled and turned back to the young man. "Anyway, there were a lot of anti-mutant rallies going on and before I found out I was a mutant, they had the Mutant Registration Act. I guess it was horrible." An image of the little fox-girl, Ruby, popped intot her head and she glanced down. She shrugged. "It's probably like this in quite a few parts of the world. It's sad, isn't it?"
The blonde hugged Henrietta and she put arms around her to return it. "Thank you, Twyla." Everything that she had said made Henrietta feel a little less upset. Twyla also wiped the lone tear off of Henri's face. The brunette gave her friend a smile and noticed that she looked mad. Is she mad at Van? She must be, because she looked happy when she got here. It made the girl a little happy to know that she wasn't by herself on the way she was feeling. She had felt like maybe she was being immature by being angry, but it didn't seem that way so much anymore.
"You're right. It is kind of cold down here." Twyla helped Henri off of the floor and the brunette went to grab her purse off of the floor. After she had collected her things, the two girls went to the living room. The brunette plopped onto the couch and then looked at her friend. "Yeah, so that's about as exciting as my night became. Oh, I almost threw a shake at him instead of the fries." For some reason, this made the girl smirk a little. She was guessing it had to do with the image in her mind. A chibi version of herself chucked the shake at the boy and then ran away laughing. Why is it that chibi-me seems tougher than regular-me? That's just sad."
The girl brought her attention to her friend. Since she comforted her, maybe she could help Twyla feel less angry. That was kind of the same thing, right? "Anyway, enough about me. How was your evening? Anything happen that I should know about?" Henrietta stood up a second to tuck her legs under her and then she took her seat once more. She fidgeted with her dress to make sure nothing could be seen that wasn't supposed to be. After she had finished squirming, she smiled at her friend. "Sorry, I'm ready to listen now."
Slate asked if Henrietta’s hair could be used like a helmet. The girl thought for a moment. “I’ve never thought of trying that before, huh. I can use it to block things coming at me, but I’m not sure if it’d be quite like a helmet. Does that make much sense? I’m just not sure it’d protect my head fully from an impact, but anyway. They can pick up things.”
Lenna wanted to know if the brunette had had any training in self defense. “Um, no not really. It’d probably be good if you could train me a little, Lenna. It definitely be good to know some things in that area, I do believe.” She smiled at the woman. “It’d be an honor considering how good you seem to be at it.” She was referring to when she had saved her from the muggers.
The brunette picked her head up to see her best friend kneeling in front of her. A smile same onto her face a moment, but it faded just as fast. Henrietta wasn’t sure what to say at first. There were so many thoughts rushing through the teen’s mind and it all felt so jumbled. “I threw fries at him. I threw fries at Van and then ran away.” She looked down and felt her stomach tighten up. “I’m so stupid, Twyla. I thought he liked me.”
Henri twiddled her fingers and then stopped abruptly, hitting her hands down on her legs. “I kissed him. A lot. I’ve never kissed anyone like that before.” She paused. “Do you know what he said to me when I asked him what we were? He told me that he’d made out with lots of girls and that it was ‘just for fun’.” The brunette looked at Twyla. “I made-out with him and all he has to say is that it was ‘just for fun.’ Is that all I meant to him? A few kisses?”
The girl curled up and held onto her stomach. “I feel like I’m going to throw up or explode, but I’m not sure which.” Henri felt a tear run down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m acting weird over some guy I was with three times. It’s just that he made me feel happy and not so afraid of everything. I thought he liked me back, I was hoping I was going to be his girlfriend.”
Henrietta had thought she and Van were going to be a couple or something. She had thought this even more after they had practically made-out in front a whole bunch of people. He said it had been 'fun'. What was that even supposed to mean? It was ridiculous and the brunette felt like a complete idiot. She had run as fast as she could from the McDonald's to get home to the Mansion. Now that she was to her destination, she sat against the inside of the door and quietly let a few tears roll down her pale face.
She made no effort to stand. The girl just sat there like a lump and stared at the floor. She was still in her outfit from the date and her purse had ended up sliding across the floor. It wasn't within her reach anymore, but she didn't care. It felt like someone knocked the wind out of her and then smacked her across the face with an open palm. She wasn't sure why she was so upset about this guy besides the fact that he made it sound like he used her. Henri couldn't be sure if that was what bothered her, or actually having a big crush on the guy.
After a few minutes of staring at the floor, she lifted her head to rest it against the door. She kind of felt like talking to Twyla, but didn't feel like talking at the same time. It was a weird mix of emotions and the girl wasn't enjoying it. Why did she let a guy have so much control over her emotions, especially when they only went on two official dates? Thinking about it, she closed her eyes. Well, he makes me feel happy and less nervous about almost everything. He's good at making me laugh. Not to mention, he's soooo hot.
The boy's response confirmed her secret fear. It was just for fun and she was just another one of the many girls he had kissed. It may not have meant anything to him, but it had meant something to her. Henrietta suddenly got the feeling that she was either going to throw up, or cry. Personally, she really hoped that neither happened. It seemed the more he talked, the worse she felt. She had really started to like him and this was deffinitely a slap to the face.
Sitting for a moment, the girl put a few mores fries in her mouth. She then began to stand up very slowly. The brunette looked at Van and then grabbed her purse and stepped out from behind the booth. "I can understand not being ready for a relationship. I can't be mad at you for that," the girl paused,"but I can be mad for you saying it was 'just for fun'." Feeling tears coming into her eyes, she picked up what was left of her french fries and stared at them. Glancing at her date, the threw them at him and ran out of the McDonald's.
Henri continued to run all the way down the street. She had no intention of taking a bus. She could run just fine and it might make her feel better, but she doubted it. The girl stopped and took off her shoes and put them in her purse before she went any further. They felt like they may fall off and she liked the shoes.
The confused brunette ran all the way to the Mansion, where she walked in half-crying and half-mad. After she shut the door behind her, she leaned against it and let out something that sounded like a cross between a sob and an angry sigh. I had never kissed anyone like that before. All he wanted was fun. I was just like all those other girls. None of it meant anything. God, I'm so stupid sometimes.
It was weirdly quiet at the table, so Henri plopped a fry into her mouth and chewed it until there was nothing left. Bringing her straw to her mouth, she took a drink of her chocolate shake. He had said 'so'. What was he going to say or was that all it was? 'So'? 'So' what? The brunette glanced down at the tabletop and then at Van. "Is your food good? I know mine is. You can't go wrong with some fries and a shake, right?" She gave him a smile and then looked back down.
After a moment of thought, the girl raised her head again. "So, Van." A pause and some nervous finger-twiddling. "We should go out again sometime and decide if we want to keep hanging out. I really have a good time with you." Just leave it at that. I don't want to come on strong or sound like a freak. Henrietta ate a few fries at a time to keep herself from talking anymore. She had learned that sometimes that was the only thing that could keep her mouth distracted, drinking or eating.
It was quiet for a moment and the brunette stopped shoving fries into her mouth. "Unless this was.." What was the word for it when you kind of dated someone but not really? A hook-up? "Unless this was just a random thing. Not that I'm assuming you're like that, of course. We can talk about it some other time too." She wasn't sure what his previous dating life had been like. Maybe he was smooth with girls and just hung out with them. Maybe he had a long-term thing. She didn't know, but she wanted to know what he thought of her.
She had thought the children were cute, but obviously Van's thought process was a little different. "Squirrels, huh? Hmm." The girl looked into the play place and tilted her head. "I guess I could see that." There was a brief pause before she added, "I think it'd be cool to turn into a flying squirrel." It was an odd statement, but true enough. They could glide and besides that, squirrels were just so gosh-darn cute. She remembered that some of the boys from her old school would laugh about going out into the woods and shooting the poor, fuzzy little mammals. The image of a dead squirrel made her shake her head and shiver a little.
Van had placed his order to the chubby guy and the guy gave him his change back in no-time flat.After doing this, the duo standed awkwardly at the counter for a couple of minutes until Van turned to her and grabbed her. "Let's dance!" They spun around the floor a few times before Van told her she looked beautiful in the lighting. Henrietta laughed and continued to when the man cleared his throats and waited for them to take their trays. She was still giggling a little as they made their way over to the counter with straws and such.
Henrietta slid into one of the boothes and waited for Van. She wondered what he thought about all this. Were they going out? Did he even want a girlfriend? Was she his girlfriend? The brunette wasn't quite sure what the situation was, but it felt like they were a real couple. Well, at least she imagined this is what it felt like. Everytime she looked at him, she felt her heart get all fluttery and she'd never kissed anyone like she had him before. It was a new feeling, but it was a good one. I hope we're going out.
