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.
Lenna asked the girl how old she was. Henrietta smiled slightly. “I’m 16 years-old. I’ll be 17 in May.” Her automatic thought was to ask how old she was, but she avoided that since she was an adult. It was a bit different when you were both teenagers. Sometimes adults got weird about age.
The young woman was very kind and didn’t seem to mind letting the brunette go off about things. She said that being a vigilante didn’t get much done. Henri laughed. “That’s why I don’t want to be one. I don’t think I look at things the same way as most of them who live there do anyway. I know there are bad people and good. Just like there are bad mutants and good ones. I don’t want to hurt anyone, necessarily, but I’m starting to feel a little fed up.”
Lenna was now throwing out ideas of other things Henri could do to help people. “Those are all very good things and I probably wouldn’t get hurt doing those.” She smiled jokingly and then answered about Van. “Yeah, he’s a good person. I’m sure he wouldn’t min d helping out people who are less fortunate.”
Can I guess why she dumped him? Henrietta put her hand on her chin in thought. “Well, there are so many things you could dump a boy for.” She giggled. "Was he a wimp? Whiney? Was he holding you back?" She waited to hear the woman’s answer and hummed quietly to herself. It was ‘Milkshakes’ by Kelis. It was Van’s ringtone. The thought of him reminded her of that funny, awkward moment when she heard it the first time.
Henrietta Braun had gotten up early for a jog. She hadn’t been able to sleep at all for some reason. Her dreams had been strange. Her crush/date/person, Van, was in it. The dream hadn’t made much sense and she’d been trying to figure it out every since she got herself out of bed. Her mother had been in it too. She would randomly morph into Van. It disturbed her, especially because her and her mother didn’t have a good relationship. Probably because her mother had sent her away after learning that her only child was a mutant.
The girl had come to a halt at a stoplight. She stood and watched as it turned to red for the cars. The girl jogged across the street. A car honked at her. She turned to glare at the driver. Part of her wanted to flip him off, but she had never done that before and figured it would be a bad habit to pick up now. It’s my turn to go, dummy. Henri sighed grumpily and made her way into Central Park.
She had loved it there ever since she had arrived in the grand city of New York. For some reason, ‘the grand city of New York’ made the brunette picture people breaking into song and dancing. Musicals…I hate musicals. Just talk to me. I would’ve bought a CD if I wanted to hear you sing the whole time. The only good musical the girl could think of was ‘The Wizard of Oz’, but only because it was a classic.
Henri stopped jogging to look at everything in the park. It was freezing, but she didn’t care. She had bundled up. Growing up in Illinois, she knew how horribly cold some places could get. Midwest winters could be terrible sometimes, but the east had gotten hit hard this year. All of a sudden, the girl felt herself lose her footing. Falling, she scraped her knee. She tried to stand up, but her ankle gave in.
The brunette just sat on the sidewalk. Blood was coming through her pant leg and she couldn’t stand on her own. She could tell it wasn’t sprained or broken, but that didn’t make it any easier to stand. Frustrated, Henrietta let out a deep breath and hit the ground lightly with her hand.
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Kasumi asked Henrietta if they’d been attacked. The brunette dropped the fork and it made a clanking noise as it hit the table. Chris mumbled that they should be okay and that he thought that they lost them. The girl nodded slightly and turned to Kasumi. “Yeah, some guys were trying to mug us just before we came here.” She glanced at Chris. “They could tell he was a mutant and my hair began to move wildly. They knew we both were then. They said they wouldn’t let us go unless we gave them all of our stuff.” Henri shook her head. “Neither of us have that much though.”
She had just met Chris a little earlier, but was glad that he had been with her. She wasn’t sure what would have happened if he hadn’t been there. One man had had a knife. She couldn’t help but think that they could’ve died. The thought made her feel like she was about to be sick all over the small café. I hope I don't actually throw up. That would be so gross.
“I have to keep you on your toes, Twyla. I don’t wanna bore you.” Henri winked and laughed. Both girls knew they couldn’t make themselves eat anymore. She sighed and stared at her food. “I know exactly what you mean. I think I’m pretty much done with my food too. I feel like I might explode if I keep going at this rate.” She grinned and then moaned in pain. Trying with all her might, the girl began to rise from the stool. It was harder than it looked.
Twyla gathered up her stuff and Henrietta followed suit. The blonde asked if she was in the mood for a chick flick. The girl puckered her lips in thought. “I suppose we could watch a chick flick. Maybe that’ll make us feel a lot better about our boy and/or boy-girl problems.” The brunette smirked at her friend and began to walk to the kitchen to put the silverware in the sink. “Let’s boogey!”
Lenna seemed like an honest woman. She told Henri exactly how she felt and the girl listened. When she was done, she asked Henrietta what she thought of humans. She puckered her lips slightly and put them off to the left. What do I think of humans? Hm.. The girl looked down and then at Lenna. “I guess I feel like I like them less than I used to. It seems to me that they can be pretty judgmental. Like you say, we’re still human too, but a lot of people don’t see it that way, including my mother.” When she mentioned her mom, her voice strained a little.
Henrietta glanced at the woman from the corner of her eye. “I think that I’d like to join some sort of mutant group when I get older. Something where I can make a difference, if that makes any sense.” The girl laughed slightly and then smiled at Lenna. “I live at a mansion where mutants are taught and stuff. I’m just not so sure that being a vigilante is what I want. I’m pretty confused about what I’m supposed to think or do.”
The brunette turned to Lenna. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to pour my guts out to you. I just don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about this. I don’t want to worry my best friend and bringing this up with a boy I just started dating. I think that may be a little heavy for a second date.” She continued to walk along. “You dated a mutant? May I ask what their ability was?” Henrietta was very interested in different kinds of mutant powers. She wanted to know more about people like her.
Twyla realized what Henrietta had said after some though. She giggled. “You’ve never heard that before now? Kids you used to trick each other into writing it down or saying it out loud.” She was glad that the blonde wasn’t angry or offended. After she had said it, part of her had felt guilty. “Sweet, adorable, innocent Henrietta’s still here. She just isn’t afraid to say what pops into her head, I guess. Besides, you’re already my best friend. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” The brunette laughed.
The girl looked down at what was left of her chimichanga and groaned. “I have to finish it, Twyla, but it hurts.” She smiled slightly and picked up her fork. She took a bite and chewed. So delicious, but I’m so full… Taking a drink of her Pepsi, she groaned again. “Ugh. Oh my god.” She laughed and grinned at the blonde. After we finish our food, do you want to go lay on the couch like a blob with me? We could watch a movie or something.”
Henri waited for a reply and spun the stool a few times. She thought about Van. When should I call him? It's totally my turn to pick a date spot. Does that mean I'm suppose to ask him out this time? The girl was struck with a good idea. We can go do my kind of dancing. I'll see how he likes that. Even if he isn't a huge fan, at least he'll get to see me in my natural habitat."
Twyla gave Henri the rest of her food. Happily, the girl opened the box to see a chimichanga and some Mexican rice. Picking up her fork, she stabbed it and took a bite. She swung her legs and chewed the Mexican deliciousness. "I love Mexican food. I think that whoever decided to sell their culture's food was a genius." She scooped up some salsa on another chip. "And kind. Very kind." The brunette found herself wondering if anyone was mad that people had changed their food for the sake of money.
Henrietta laughed when her best friend said he seemed like a weirdo and then added 'nice' to it. "He's different, I'll give you that. I think that's part of the reason I like him though. I've never met anyone quite like him." She glanced at Twyla to see if she understood. Maybe she wouldn't and Henri just had a weird taste in guys. I wonder why people still call it taste when you talk about people and clothes. It's not like many people taste their clothes before buying them. Some people may lick people, but it's best if others don't know that. The girl chewed on some rice as she zoned out for a moment.
How they wear their hair.. Henri, without thinking, threw a semi-inappropriate comment onto the table. "Hey, you sure are wearing your pen15 differently today..." She was about to take a drink of her soda when she started giggling hysterically. "I can't believe I just said that! Well, actually I kinda can." Hernietta was laughing so hard that she almost fell off her stool. She tried to picture that in a conversation, but couldn't get over the fact that she said it in such a way. She felt a little bad because she didn't mean to be offensive in any way. She totally approved of the Twyla and Mirror thing. Henri had really enjoyed getting to know Mirror and hoped they could hang out again. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She was totally serious now and wasn't even smirking.
Twyla explained it as being in limbo. The brunette tapped her chin. "That kind of makes sense. If you haven't talked about what's next, of course you don't know." Henri thought of Van. Were they dating or had they dated? Did dating mean they could go out with other girls? Was dating like being boyfriend and girlfriend or something completely different? She could see where Twyla was confused. Why did teenage relationships have to look all blurry?
Henrietta was laughing pretty hard. "It's like 'half-lesbian'. A halesbian." The girl grinned. "Van uses it when he sees two girls together. You should've seen the look I gave him the first time he pointed and said it. I thought I was going to die." The girl could sense that her best friend was trying to figure out if that made her bisexual. Spinning the stool once, she took a sip of Pepsi. "I think that you like Mirror for their personality. That always stays the same, you know? They always seem more like a boy anyway. Maybe if they weren't a mutant, they'd be a boy. You might not technically like girls at all, but just Mirror." She smiled at her friend. I hope this is helping some.
Juka had told the two girls that they would be V.I.Ps. She smiled and turned to watch Twyla on the bars. After she landed, she asked what they were going to do. Before answering the question, Henri began to clap. "That was really cool. I bet it took a long time to get good at something like that. The only thing I do involving bars is vaulting over them with a big, long stick. You should try pole vaulting sometime." The girl tried to think of a way to explain it. "It..It's like feeling like you're going to fly and then maybe fall and hurt yourself. You don't though. Well, at least not if you know the form." She grinned at the pair. "I was definitely not amazing the first few times I did it. I ended up getting pretty good."
Looking around the room, Henrietta tried to think of something for the three of them to do. Her and Twyla had come here on a mission after all. They wanted to lose all their pudge, which was odd considering both girls were relatively skinny. Of course, they paid attention only to the fact that they hadn't been exercising much lately. "Well, we could go lift some weights. If we do that, we should have two people spotting one person. I'm not an awesome weight lifter or anything, but I know you can hurt yourself pretty bad sometimes." An image of a girl a year ahead of her back at Springfield popped into her mind. She had been trying to bench press by herself. Henri had heard that she was trying to find a new maximum weight, but ended up dropping it on her chest and breaking 5 ribs. "Or...maybe something else."
"If there weren't kids in the swimming pool, I'd suggest laps. That's hard to hurt yourself while doing." Trying to think of another idea, she looked at a volleyball court. She wasn't sure how the rest of them felt about that, but it seemed to her like an embarrassing moment waiting to happen. The girl tapped her chin thoughtfully and noticed a hardwood floor for dancing. She turned excitedly to the other two people. "How about dancing? We all like to dance, right? There's so much room. It would be awesome, especially since they have a bar and everything. What do you say?"
Again, Twyla threw out some comforting words. Henri appreciated this very much, but had always thought that boys just weren't interested. At least they hadn't seemed to be at school, but that may have been because she wasn't much of a talker at school. It was so much easier to blend in and have people like you when you just sat there and listened to everyone else. That was how Henrietta Braun had gone through all of her schooling thus far, by blending into the background.
Henri was about to eat another chip when Twyla announced that she kissed Maya. She pulled the chip back out before she could choke on it. "Wow, you did? That's awesome. Are you two an item now or what?" The brunette rested her head on one of her hands and looked at the blonde. She had a huge, happy grin on her face. The girl was glad that her best friend had made a move, even if it was on another girl. Henrietta was never bothered by boys liking boys or girls liking girls. That's just the way that some people felt and that was fine.
Sitting up and taking her hand away from her head, she laughed. "You're a halesbian." The girl shook her head at the thought of Van pointing at two girls and saying that. It was something he had done a few times when they were walking on the streets. It seemed like everything ended up back at the stretchy boy.
The woman said her name was Lenna. Henrietta smiled. After she complimented her, Lenna said she liked her hair. The girl blushed slightly when she noticed that her hair was still twitching a little. “I’m sure you can tell I’m a mutant then. Normal people’s hair doesn’t usually move around when there’s no breeze in an alleyway.”
Lenna suggested they leave the alley and Henri nodded. “That sounds like a good plan.” As they walked out of the dead end street, Henri glanced back at the man one last time. He was out cold on the ground. She sighed and walked away with the woman.
When they were back on a regular street, Henrietta turned to her. “I was with this boy last time. He’s an obvious mutant. He looks kind of like a fish. We got cornered by these guys. They said they’d let us go if we gave them our money.” She paused and looked at the sidewalk. “They knew we were mutants. I barely have any money though. My mom’s in Illinois and she sent me here when my power showed itself. She’ll send me some money here and there, but not a lot. My hair ended up attacking one of the guys. He didn’t get hurt at all, just scared.”
She kicked a chunk of ice down the sidewalk. “I feel like people target mutants more.” Henrietta looked at the woman. “What do you think? About mutants, I mean”
Twyla was obviously trying to wriggle out of the situation. Henrietta raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. “I’ll answer your question, but I would love it if you’d answer mine. This is Girl Talk. This girl is talking. What about that girl?” She pointed at the other girl and tilted her head slightly. “If you really aren’t comfortable talking about it, you don’t have to. I just think that talking about it might help straighten everything out in your mind. You know what I mean?”
Taking another chip, she dipped it into some salsa. Staring at it for a moment, she popped it into her mouth and chewed it. After swallowing, she looked at her best friend. “Anyway, yes. Van took me to a junkyard. I know it sounds weird, but it wasn’t.” Henri sighed. “And no, we didn’t kiss, not at all.” She looked down and watched as she moved her feet back and forth. Maybe he just doesn’t like me like that. Glancing up at Twyla, she smiled slightly. “Of course, I’ve only technically been on one date with him. Wouldn’t it be bad if tried making out with me on our first date?”
Henrietta could tell that Twyla was embarrassed or nervous at the mention of Mirror. She put her hand on the other girl’s shoulder and smiled. “You’ll know what’s right when it happens. You’re a smart girl.”
Henri thought she was about to die when a woman dropped down from a fire escape. Tilting her head, the brunette listend as the woman talked with some weird accent. It was obvious the man was going to try to take her money. She had on a very nice outfit, after all. He began to say something, but she punched him in the face. Henrietta's mouth slacked slightly. Wow, she's tough. The man pulled out his blade and took a run at the lady. She just grabbed him and whipped him around like a pillow. She made it look so easy. The other man got a terrified look on his face and took off.
After the danger had passed, the woman walked over and asked Henri if she was okay. She had a pretty nice smile so Henrietta smiled back at her. "Uh, thank you. That was amazing. You must be very strong." The 16 year-old girl stopped talking when she realized she was shaking and her hair was still twitching angrily at the tips. The girl looked at her defender and hoped that she didn't hate mutants. This could only get more ugly from here on out if she did.
Henrietta didn't feel like running even if this woman hated what she was. She was already a little tired before all of this, but now she was freaked out to boot. Mutant-hater or no mutant-hater, the girl would take her own time to get back home. Maybe she didn't mind mutants though. She must've noticed Henri's hair moving wildly before scaring off the two men. If she hated mutants, she wouldn't have saved her, right? Well, this was her theory anyway.
Holding her hand out to the woman, she smiled politely. "Thank you so much for your help. This is the second time since being in New York that I've been attacked for my money." The girl paused. "Even though I really don't have much in my name. I'm Henrietta Braun, by the way. Some people call me Henri." She took a bit of a better look at her now that they were closer. She wore nice clothing and seemed to have a kind smile. "I love your skirt. It's very pretty. Your whole outfit is, actually."
Henri had a knack for finding something to compliment a person on. It was pretty automatic to the girl. It was one of the ways that people could tell she was friendly and kind. The girl could come up with a compliment no matter what the person looked like or how they acted. Well, unless they were mean, ugly, and had no sense of style.
It was nice that Twyla was trying to make her feel better. She smiled at the blonde and took a drink of her Pepsi that had been sitting by the chips. Henrietta spun the stool again and then stopped. "Yeah, I definitely plan on calling him. Don't worry." Looking at her right hand, she began to pick at one of her cuticles around her pointer finger's nail. She was thinking about what she would ask the boy to do if they went on another date together.
"I'd like to think there's a reason for feeling so comfortable around someone I barely know. I don't pour out my guts or anything, but it's pretty easy to have a conversation with him. I've told him some of the stuff that's happened between my mom and I." Taking another drink from her Pepsi can, she sighed slightly. She drank about a fourth of the can before setting it back down. "We'll just have to see how it all plays out, I guess. I'm hoping whatever happens is for the best though."
"Oh, he took me to a junkyard. Everything looked all shiny from frost and stuff. I can't tell you where it is because I promised him. I think I can tell you more about it though." The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It was mostly tires and abandoned playground equipment. There was one swing set that still worked. We were swinging and talking until sunrise. You wouldn't believe how beautiful that kind of stuff can look when it's covered in frost."
Remembering something, Henri looked at Twyla and grinned. "So, what about you and Mirror? How's that going?" The brunette batted her eyelashes at the girl to try to get her to talk. "Well, you need to dish. I totally have to know about this. I like Mirror. They're good people." Henrietta kicked her legs excitedly. "So..?"
