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.
The boy had put his hand up as if to make a barrier for her words. Henrietta clamped her mouth shut and listened to him talk. He was so nice about it and she felt stupid for even going off in the first place. Blushing, she glanced down at her shoes. What was I thinking? I can be so stupid sometimes…Looking back up, she gave Van an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” That was all there was to say about it. She decided to move off of the subject and was happy to do it. “So have you seen these people perform live before or have you just heard them? I’m excited to hear what they’re like. Is it kind of rave-ish?” She looked around at all the other people again. “Just guessing..”
Henrietta watched as some people moved on to the stage. Everyone started yelling and clapping in excitement. Being polite, the brunette clapped and smiled. She didn’t really want to yell at the people since she didn’t know what they sounded like. Henri had a feeling that they’d be decent because Van seemed like he had pretty good taste in things. She thought about how he said he just liked the ‘neat little bottle’ that the Coke came in. The bottle Coke came in was kind of neat, especially when you put it in front of a window. The light shined through beautifully.
“So Van, I’ll be able to dance to their music, right? As you’ve seen, I do like to dance.” She smiled at him jokingly. Dancing was her passion and she could pretty much dance to anything, but she wanted to see what he would say. Henri loved listening to Van’s witty comments. He made her smile and he was very smart, even if he she hadn’t seen his grades. By his wit, she knew he was intelligent.
Chris explained his food choice. All of a sudden he looked concerned. He asked if she was a vegetarian. She gave him an assuring smile. “No, no, no. Don’t be concerned. It’s nothing like that. I’m actually a big fan of chicken.” She really was in the mood for salad. Henri wasn’t sure why, but it was just a craving. “I really wanted something fresh.” She shrugged and stabbed some lettuce with her fork. Putting it into her mouth, she chewed in silence. It had Italian dressing on it. She was glad since it was her favorite. When she was younger, she used to drink it out of the bottle until her mother had caught her.
The girl at the table next to them seemed like she was crying. Henrietta glanced at her. She didn’t look too far in age from her. Part of her felt she should stay out of it, but she knew if she was alone crying, she’d want someone to ask. Turning to look at the red head, she smiled kindly. “Excuse me, are you going to be all right? I’m sorry if I seem nosy, but I just wanted to check. I know that I personally hate to be alone when I’m sad.” Maybe Henri should’ve left her alone, but she couldn’t on good conscience.
Locke didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to other people. He asked if he’d have to do it tonight. Henrietta tilted her head in thought. She wasn’t sure if she could just let someone waltz into the mansion without people knowing about him. Even if she told someone, she’d had to go through paperwork. Henri hadn’t been at the mansion long and didn’t want to overstep her boundaries, whatever her boundaries were. Looking at Locke, she continued to walk. “I’m really not sure. It would probably be best if you at least told someone there that you needed somewhere to stay. Well, maybe asked. I don’t know how telling them you were staying would go over.”
The boy told her a little about his mutation. She smiled. “That’s a pretty cool power. Mine is all based around my hair. I do think it’s very different, but I don’t know how much good it’ll do me in a tight situation.” The only helpful thing it ever did was attack a man who had attacked her. That had actually been quite helpful. Henrietta would have loved to avoid that situation in general, but it couldn’t have been stopped any other way. Remembering it just made her nervous.
Henrietta's date lead them to an empty spot. Van asked if she really liked Coke or not. Smiling, she gave the boy a nod. "I do like Coke. I pretty much enjoy anything with caffeine, really. I have to say that I'm a pretty big fan of Vanilla Coke. It tastes odd, but good at the same time. Of course, you could probably just add vanilla extract to a regular Coke, but that would be too easy." Henri laughed slightly until she heard some of the kids in neon talking about their appearances. Yeah, because we're the ones who's outfits sceam for attention... The girl wasn't looking for attention from anyone but her date and she didn't think her outfit told people to stare at her. Now seeing everyone else, maybe it did. She hadn't realized how they would all dress. Cool-guy Van was there to give them a look though. The kids walked away the brunette looked at her date. "Impressive. You didn't even have to say anything." There was no sarcasim anywhere in her voice. She really was impressed.
"So Van, is Coke your favorite soda or just what you felt like having tonight? I know some nights I'd rather have one thing over another." Henrietta smiled at Van and waited for his answer. While that was going on, some people were getting into a fight by the bar. She couldn't see exactly what was going on, since they were further away now, but that may have been for the best. All she could hear was some yelling. After that she noticed some people being dragged outside. It was a couple big guys that pulled the two apart. She couldn't help but notice how muscular they were. It wasn't the hot kind of muscles either. It was the overly huge kind. She wondered how hard it would be to get that ripped. Then remembering how creepy women bodybuilders could be, she scrunched her face. It was like they didn't even look girly anymore. Henri took a moment to try to picture herself with huge arms. After receiving the image, she blinked a few times, wishing she hadn't tried in thre first place.
Shaking her head slightly, she looked back in Van's direction. "I wonder what they were fighting over. Did you see those security guys or whatever they were? They were very, very muscley." Considering it was near the bar, she assumed somebody did or said something stupid to another somebody. Maybe they'd been drinking before arriving here. Who knows? Henrietta wasn't very concerned about what had happened, but was trying to make conversation with the cute boy who made threatening faces at the neon kids. She hoped that he didn't think she was being weird. Deciding to just clear everything up before making it worse, she started to talk once more. "I'm sorry if I seem a little odd or something. I've never been on a date before and I'm kind of nervous." Henri smiled and then laughed when she remembered why the comment about the men had come out in the first place. "I was picturing myself like a bodybuilder and then thought about the fight again." Raising her arm, she attempted to flex her bicep. It moved slightly and then she laughed again. "I don't think it's going to happen..."
The girl behind the counter seemed very excited about her mutant encounter. Chris paid for their food and the girl went to retrieve it. "Thank you. I can pay you back if you want." Henrietta smiled at him. She glanced once more at the creepy guy before they got their food. Chris walked over to a table and Henri followed. She sat down across from him and picked up her fork. "You must really like tuna, I'm guessing. I was craving salad for some weird reason."
Looking at the table next to them, Henri saw a girl with red hair drinking tea. She looked away before it seemed like she was staring at her. The brunette didn't especially want to have a reputation as a creeper. Besides, she knew what it was like to be stared at. The man by the door had seemed overly interested in them. She wasn't sure if it was because Chris was obviously a mutant, or if it was for some other reason. Henrietta was feeling a little scared after being jumped by the small squad of guys. It made her seem a little paranoid, but she thought it was fair.
Emerald chose an ugly shirt to throw people off. Henrietta saw that Twyla was smiling as she began to laugh. "That's actually a really good answer. Very smart for fights." It would make for a good plan in the long run. Henri spaced off slightly as she pictured a chibi person saying, "Hey, be in awe of the ugly!" and then kicking the bad guy in the face. She took a minute to try to figure out why the person was chibi, but decided to give it up.
The question that Emerald asked was what three items would you bring with you on a desert island? Twyla thought for a small while and then gave her answer. Those were all very practical things, but part of Henri wanted to bring a book. Well, lots of books. In reality though, what would she bring? "Well, I don't know how to use flint, so I'd bring a big lighter and extra lighter fluid as two of them. The last thing I'd need is a pan so I could boil my water and kill all the gross stuff in it. Hopefully food can be found there."
Henrietta took a few more chips and put them into her mouth. She chewed in silence for a minute. Swallowing, she smiled. "What about you, Emerald? What would you bring?" Henri had a feeling that Twyla and Emerald would probably last a lot longer than she would. Henri loved to be outside for short amounts of time. Camping once in a while was fun, but generally speaking, the brunette loved dry places where bugs couldn't get to her.
Van led Henrietta to the bar. She took a second to look at its size. That's a big bar... Looking at Van, she waited to see what he would order. It didn't take him long to decide. He knew exactly what he wanted: a coke. She thought about it for a minute and then came up with her response. "I'll have one too, please." She waited a moment as the woman grabbed the drink. After she had handed it to Henri, the brunette smiled. "Thank you very much." She opened her Coke and took a drink. Once again, she stole a few glances at her surroundings. There were more and more people pouring in. It must be a good band. The pair were still holding hands and the girl turned her attention back to the stretchy boy. After looking at him, she realized she didn't pay for her Coke yet. "Do you want me to give you some money for mine or something?"
While she waited for his answer, the girl wondered if she'd be able to dance to this band. Henrietta wasn't sure if there was some sort of way to behave at this type of thing. She had seen people at shows on TV and she listened to some stuff that wasn't too easy to dance to. The girl just wasn't sure if it was quite the same thing as you saw on television. Henri had never seen a band or any other kind of musical performances live. Well, except in the 5th grade when they had to go watch an orchestra. If Henrietta was sure of one thing, it was that this kind of thing and classical music didn't require the same type of etiquette.The thought of old, stuffy, rich people at this type of concert made the girl smirk to herself. That's something I want to see some day, I think. I bet you'd have to set them up though.
Hmm...Now what? I'll see what Van says we're suppose to do so I don't embarrass myself.
When the girl behind the counter's eyes first landed on Chris, Henrietta was scared that she was going to scream. Weirdly enough, it was quite the opposite. The girl seemed excited to be serving mutants. Henri gave the friendly girl a smile. "Um...Can I have the garden salad please? Oh, and a water." Not wanting to disappoint her, the brunette made her hair wave slightly at the girl and winked. If the girl didn't yell at seeing an obvious mutation, Henrietta figured she wouldn't be too freaked out by a less obvious one. At least, that's how she hoped it would work out.
Feeling like she was being watched, she turned arounf to notice a man staring at Chris and herself. It was a pretty intense stare too. She looked back at Chris and whispered to him, "Is that guy freaking you out at all? He's making me feel a bit nervous." She glanced one more time at the man. He was staring at her, so she looked at him for a few seconds. Henri hoped that he realized how weird it was and would stop. She couldn't be sure though. Something about him made her want to leave the restaurant.
Noel didn't seemed pleased with the dress Juka chose. She also didn't seem overl approving of Henrietta's dress. It was obvious that both Juka and Noel were making an effort to be civil. It was very nice for Henri to see this, but it was also obvious that it wasn't their most easy tasks. Smiling, she curtsied. "It's a wonderful dress, Juka."
Trying to think of something quickly, she glanced around. How do we keep this from being awkward? What should I say to Noel? She probably thinks I have horrible style. I don't want her to think I'm lame..."Well, I should probably put my own clothes back on. You two have fun." Before she took off the way she came, she gave the two a friendly grin. Now that she was back in the dressing room, she began to change back into her jeans, shirt, and jacket.
Twyla thanked Henri and then layed her head on her shoulder. Henrietta felt bad for her. She couldn't even imagine how wierd it must be for her. The brunette hugged her friend and then smiled. "It was no problem. Anything I can do to help you, okay?" Twyla stood up again and said thanks one last time.
She told Henrietta that she better call Van. Henri laughed and waved good bye to the girl. "Talk to you later. Sleep good." Twyla began to sing as she walked out into the hall. She could hear the girl giggling outside her door. The brunette chuckled and shook her head. Turning off the light and pulling up her blanket, Rapunzel closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Van said that he was glad that she was glad. This made Henrietta grin happily. She hoped that it wasn’t a dumb look she had on her face. He was so cute and she was so nervous. He didn’t seem too scared. It made her wonder if he ever seemed to get shaken. At the café, he had maintained his cool after exposing his power. Henri knew that if it had been her, she most likely would’ve begun to panic. Having all of those people’s eyes on him didn’t seem to affect him at all.
Henrietta had always been afraid of what people thought of her. This boy seemed the opposite though. It seemed like he purposely drew attention to himself. She couldn’t help but think how cool that was. She found herself wondering if he had many friends at his school. The brunette wasn’t sure if he would be popular or not. Different schools had different kinds of popular. Her old schools’ type of popular was the really skinny, wealthy girls. The ‘cool’ boys were very athletic. Henri just fell into the background. In Springfield, that had been for the best.
The subject changed when he asked if she wanted to get a drink before the show started. She nodded and smiled. “That’d be great.” Blushing, she took his hand in her own. She glanced up at him quickly and then looked back forward. “Why don’t you lead the way, Van? I don’t know anything about this place for the most part.”
She listened to Twyla’s story. Henrietta felt her jaw drop slightly. She kissed Gawain/Maya? Why? “I knew they liked you. I could tell…” The blonde asked her what she should do. She seemed very shaken up and Henri had no idea what to say. After thinking a moment, she took Twyla’s hand in hers and gave her a comforting smile. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think that if you like each other, you shouldn’t be so embarrassed.”
After a brief pause, Henri continued. “If you only like them when they’re Gawain, you probably shouldn’t pursue this any further. It could only get weirder if that’s the case. If you feel strongly about them all of the time, you should go on a date or something.” The brunette looked Twyla in the eye. “You should totally do what feels right. Maya/Gawain are cool. I bet they’d understand if you just wanted to be friends and you’ll have my support if you want to date them.”
Henrietta was shocked about this little bit of information, but she meant everything she said. Twyla was one of the best friends she had ever had. Whether she liked boys or girls, it didn’t really matter. The whole Maya/Gawain was complicated as is. She couldn’t imagine having those feelings for them without feeling overly confused. This would probably be a difficult decision, but it was one that she’d have to make on her own. Henri could try to help, but in the end it would be up to Twyla.
Henrietta couldn’t believe that he had actually come to the Mansion to ask her out. It was something that she never thought could happen to her. She had run up to her room to change right away. At first she ran around her room frantically looking at all her options. Finally she decided what she was going to wear and changed into a simple black dress. She had black tights and flats on as well. She had quickly put on a little eyeliner and lip gloss, but that was all she did. Her only accessories were a silver necklace with an ‘H’ and a purse.
They had gone to a club where a band was supposed to be playing. Van seemed like he was excited for their performance. Henrietta guessed that he was a fan of their's. There were lots of girls in brightly colored outfits. They were pretty and had nice bodies. She would’ve felt more insecure if she wasn’t with Van. He had pulled her by the hand up to the bouncer. The bouncer asked him who the cutie was. Henri felt herself blush slightly. It sounded like the two were family, which got Van and her in quite easily. He said that he had connections once they were inside. The brunette smiled. “So he’s your cousin? He seems nice.”
Now that they were inside the club, she glanced around. It was a decently big place and the stage was on the other end of the building. She noticed that stuff had already been set up on the stage. Henri turned and looked at Van. “I’m really glad you decided to bring me with you. I was telling my friend Twyla about you. You should meet her sometime.” Maybe it would put her at ease a little...
Twyla apologized and then made an effort to say something nice about Van. Henrietta gave her an appreciative smile. It meant a lot to her, especially since she had never wanted a guy to call her so badly. There was something about Van that made her feel like she wasn’t scared of everything. His bravery rubbed off on her or something. He did whatever he wanted and acted so nonchalantly when something he didn’t want noticed happened. When she had hung out with him, she had been happy.
Her blonde friend then asked if she was going to call “Ivan”. “You mean Van? Maybe.” Remembering Twyla had something to say, she smiled. “So, what happened that you needed to tell me so badly? You woke me up and everything.” She was curious what couldn’t wait for 5 hours. Maybe Twyla had met some guy too or something. That would be awesome. We could double date….Well, if Van and I ever go out. I hope we do. Henri almost began to talk about the pieced boy again, but stopped heself.
