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.
Henrietta Braun hadn’t had contact with her teacher Lenna for quite some time. She was wondering if she had done something wrong or something had happened to her. The brunette sat in her room for hours, trying to work everything out in her head. Does Lenna dislike me? Did she get in an accident? Is she even in New York anymore? What should I do? Do I call? If I do, and Lenna’s just avoiding me, I’ll be super embarrassed. There were a few hours spent on the jumbling thoughts, when she finally decided to get herself out of the house. --
The teen was now walking around downtown New York looking for something she could use to take her mind off things. All she saw were people walking quickly from place to place, scooping up after-Christmas sales. Henri wandered up to a store window and gazed inside at the beautiful, expensive dresses that were on display.
In her mind, the brunette pictured herself and Van dancing, but not mosh-pit jumping. Real dancing, at a prom or beautiful party. Her favorite dress was a dark green one, with a crinoline making the skirt that was supposed to come to the wearer’s knees, poof up. It had sparkles that looked like flowers down the skirt. Henrietta gazed at it lovingly and put her hand on the window gingerly. It was almost her favorite color and it looked like a silky material, which would wear amazingly.
Pulling herself out of her daydreams, she quickly turned away from the window and let out a small sigh. It wasn’t going to happen. Something like that wasn’t in her price range and besides, she needed training, not fancy dresses. Where was she going to find another teacher if Lenna never got back to her?
Henrietta listened intently to what her new teacher told her and nodded once ans a while. Lenna told the brunette that it would be a weekly thing, and she actually felt a little excited. Not only would this be a good way to get in exercise, she would also be able to protect herself.
"That sounds great. Thanks for doing this Lenna. I really appreciate it. I think I'll feel more confident if I know how to handle myself if the need ever arises." She smiled.
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Henrietta blushed when Lenna laughed, but grinned all the same. She was a little embarassed since her fighting skills weren't great, but like her new teacher said, it wasn't about being flashy. It was about simple, protective moves. Protection was all Henri really wanted. She didn't want to be a fighter, she just wanted to feel and be safe. The girl looked at the woman as she explained what she intended on teaching.
"Krav Maga? It sounds interesting. I'm sure I will like it. I think I'll like anything that makes me a little less vulnerable and weak." The brunette smiled. "So where do we start?" She was actually a little excited. Lenna had looked so amazing when she fought. In a way, it looked elegant. Henri wasn't really sure if she'd ever look nice trying to defend herself, but Lenna also seemed to know more than one style. She could probably use a couple styles at one time.
Henrietta let out a small sigh when her teacher said there would be no more talking. She liked the talking, it meant she wasn’t going to get kicked all over the training room. No more talking meant that she was going to end up curling up in a ball in pain from being thrown around like a ragdoll. While the brunette sat there thinking about how she was going to need some ice packs in about 5 hours, the lights in the room went out. Henri automatically tensed up and strained to try to hear anything. “Mr. Stei-?”
As she started to call out to her teacher even though she thought he had left, the lights flipped back on. The area that had looked so blank moments before now appeared as the training ground from the last time she had been there. Another man clad in white was present, again, like the last time. He had slanted eyes and seemed to be of some sort of Asian descent. Even if he was a hologram, he looked like a real person and even appeared to come from some sort of background. He looked like a man who had parents and maybe even siblings. The girl stood, staring at her opponent. From their previous encounter, Henri knew he could fight and that being a hologram doesn’t mean that no damage can be inflicted.
The brunette narrowed her eyes at the man before leaping from the couch and landing on her feet. At the most, they were seven feet away from each other. Henrietta smirked before running towards the illusion. She put her arm up as if to punch so the man would move into a blocking position. As he moved to defend, she dropped low to the ground and swept out at his legs, as she had attempted to do with Mr. Stein in the past. Only, this time, she had tried a fake-out first.
Locke explained his theory on bleeding head injuries to the brunette and she nodded. “That would make plenty of sense. I don’t know why that is for sure either. It could also have to do with the fact that there are tons of blood vessels in your head. All that blood has to have some way to get to your brain.” She tapped the side of her head with her right pointer finger and smiled. “There would be problems if there weren’t enough to help your mind function.
Henrietta shrugged when the boy asked if she’d have a problem seeing Evil Dead. “Well, I’ve heard of it, but never seen it. I’m guessing you have and that it’s very, very gory.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Am I right? If it is, I may not be able to watch it, though I’ve also heard it’s pretty good. I suppose it must be, if someone wanted to make it into a musical. The original if from the early 80s, right?” She may not have seen it, but she still knew horror movies enough to know about the time it had come out.
“All the possible answers to English is what I like though. I hate knowing that there’s like a 1 out of 1,000,000 chance that I’m right about something. It makes it hard to pass tests if you aren’t absolutely sure how to figure out the answer.” The brunette pulled her hair over her left shoulder and ran her fingers threw it as she read another question to herself. It was something she would do absent-mindedly. She hadn’t done it as much since her mutation surfaced, but for some reason studying made the habit come back to her. It kept her hands busy.
Henrietta watched the pair of wolves and felt herself blushing slightly. It seemed like she was seeing something private that wasn’t meant for her. The brunette also noticed the tags around Emerald’s neck. It seemed her and Milo were so close and were almost always together, if it was possible. Van and Henri were close. At least it seemed like they were close enough to not make people wonder if something was up. Of course they loved each other, but it always seemed like one of them was busy and both of them were rarely home at the same time. Murielle was happy, Van always seemed pretty happy, unless work was difficult, and Henrietta was generally a happy person. To her, all was well. Sure, they were different than Milo and Emerald, but it was just as enjoyable for her. She loved her family.
When the door opened, Henrietta noticed how frazzled Twyla seemed to be. The brunette gave her friend a quick squeeze and made room for the rest of the troupe to file into the apartment. All the current guests’ attention was on the new arrivals. She hated being late and being the person who had all eyes on her. The woman pretended she didn’t care though. It seemed easier to act like she didn’t sense all the stares. Instead, Henri strutted a little farther into the room and glanced around; taking in all the decorations and all of Twyla’s other acquaintances.
Mirror had shared that she had to go wipe off all her makeup and added that she had wine in her bag. The brunette came a little closer to the people she knew after looking at the main room for a moment. She stuck her head into the group and grinned. “I could always go for some wine, if you’re interested in what I want.” Henrietta laughed to let them know she was joking and perched on the edge of the chair where the bag was sitting, so she wasn’t squishing it or ever touching it.
Henrietta Braun had decided that she needed some alone time. Lately, she had felt sad, but wasn’t sure about what. There were a few things that could’ve been the reason, but she hadn’t pinpointed one specific thing yet. It could’ve been a combination of her not speaking to her mother for about a year, her being kidnapped was still bothering her, and not knowing what she was going to do about her future might’ve been it, but she wasn’t willing to give a definite answer, not even to herself.
She wasn’t sure what her destination was. All she knew was that wandering sounded like a good idea. The brunette was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, a lime green sweater, a pair of gray tennis shoes, and a dark blue coat. It was starting to get cold, so the girl also wore a light pair of white gloves. She strolled down a street when she heard a small voice in an alley off to the side. It was whimpering and sounded like a young girl. Henrietta stopped midstride and walked toward the sound. She came up to a bunch of old cardboard boxes and the noise became louder.
The teen crouched in front of the boxes and then grabbed the one in front, moving it out of the way so she could see the source of the small voice. Another girl, at least 4 or 5 years younger, was squatting there. She was clad in warm clothing and didn’t appear to be homeless. She had long, red, curly hair and bright green eyes. Henri blinked, confused at what she was seeing. After a moment of looking at each other, the older girl spoke. “Um, hello. I’m Henrietta.” The other girl looked at the brunette, seeming a bit nervous and paranoid. “I’m Lexi.”
Henri grinned at Lexi and tilted her head slightly to one side. “So, do you mind if I ask what you’re doing back here?” The red-head looked away and shrugged before standing up. “Well, if you must know, I was hiding. I don’t see the point now though, you gave away my spot.” The teen watched as the girl walked away angrily and then quickly turned back on her. “There were some men after me. They said I stole something from them, which is a lie. They’d been chasing me when I ducked back here.”
The brunette looked at Lexi, a bit shocked. “Why didn’t you get some help or find an officer? Do you have a cell phone or something?” The younger girl rolled her eyes at Henrietta, as if she didn’t think Henrietta could have any idea what she was talking about. Quickly the blue-eyed girl added, “I have one, if you need me to call or something.” As she said this, a couple of men stepped into the entrance of the alley and watched the two girls for a moment.
Lexi saw them, her green eyes widening in terror. “I-it’s them! They found me!” She ran past Henri and to the end of the alley, looking for a way to escape. The brunette turned and her gaze met theirs. One man was tall, at least 6 inches taller than Henrietta, and looked like a walking stick. He was very thin and everything about him looked like the absence of color. His skin was some of the palest the girl had ever seen. He also had white-blonde hair and light blue eyes.
The other man was shorter, maybe around 5’ 4”, and looked decently overweight. He had a tuft of dark brown hair and was beginning to bald. He approached Henri and appeared to waddle as he did so. When he was within a few feet he stopped. The hair-manipulator noticed that he had no whites to his eyes. She took a startled step backwards and felt her mouth drop open slightly. The fat man grinned and sharp, pointy teeth were revealed. Henrietta managed to stutter out a few words. “You-You’re a mutant.” The man’s smile slipped a little and then motioned for her to move out of his way.
Henrietta shook her head and remained where she was. “What did she do? She said that you accused her of taking something. She denies it. I don’t think she’s lying, is she?” The taller man walked up and stopped beside the other man. He gave the girl a smirk. “You don’t seem too shocked about his mutation. How about mine?” As he asked this, his arms began to morph into long, tentacle-like appendages. Again, the brunette backed up a tiny bit, but this time had no facial reaction.
Instead of answering the man’s question, Henri shook her head. “Intimidating people just helps give mutants a bad name. Why would you do that? Even if this girl did do something, you should talk to her parents instead of trying to bully her and scare her so badly. I found her hiding behind a box. I bet you two think you’re so special because you have a couple powers, but guess what? I’ve met tons of mutants. All of them have been a lot more impressive than you.” Her blue eyes were narrowed in disapproval and she had a frown on her face.
Both men looked surprised and then looked at each other before laughing. The short man took a few steps closer to the brunette. “You have guts, I’ll give you that.” His voice was low and raspy. When he spoke, she could see that his tongue was black as well as his eyes. “She took something from us, so we just want something in return.” He glanced past the older girl to look at Lexi. The red-head wiggled nervously under his gaze. “I-I didn’t mean to tell anyone about what you are. Please don’t be angry with me. I don’t have anything to repay you with and I—“ She quickly stopped and let out a sob.
Henrietta didn’t move from her spot and maintained eye contact with the fatter man. “You’re saying she stole something when all she did was spill that you’re mutants? How is that stealing? Do you mean she stole your chance to be normal? Because you’re doing a good job of that yourself.” For some reason, the girl didn’t feel much fear when in the presence of these two idiots. She felt confident that they would leave in a few minutes, realizing they couldn’t bully her into submission like they had done with Lexi.
Instead of giving up like she had hoped, a tentacle wrapped around Henri’s arm. The brunette tugged, trying to get her arm free from his grip. The pale man grinned and tightened the tentacle-like arm on her bicep. “There are spikes instead of suction cups. Interesting mutation, am I right?” The sleeve of her coat began to rip and tear as the felt something piercing her skin. As it happened, she began to flinch. There was a sensation of liquid running down her arm and she instantly knew what it was. Blood.
Lexi cowered, terrified. “No, no, no, no, no.” She was muttering to herself as she rocked back and forth. Henri closed her eyes, starting to feel faint knowing there was blood pouring from her wound. Instantly, the brunette’s long hair began to grow even longer. It happened so fast that the girl didn’t even know that something knew was going on until she heard a gagging noise. Slowly, she opened her blue eyes and realized her brown hair had grown out and wrapped itself around the two men’s throats. They were both flailing wildly and the grip on her arm loosened. When it loosened, so did her hair’s grip. The two men looked at each other and ran off.
Henrietta’s hair flew back in to its normal length and she fell to her knees. After a minute of shocked silence, the girl grabbed her arm. “Ahhh! It hurts!” Lexi snuck over and looked nervously at the girl. “You’re a mutant too, aren’t you? That’s how you knew they were. Thanks for helping me.” She eyed the brunette’s arm. “I’ll go get some help. Who should I get?” Henri looked at Lexi. “I-I’m from…I’m from Xavier’s Sister School…” Her blue eyes blinked rapidly before falling the rest of the way to the ground. The last thing she saw was the concerned look on the other girl’s face.
Henri was glad that Lenna smiled at her. It showed she wasn’t annoyed, which was good. Her new teacher didn’t seem like the type of person who would be pleasant when annoyed. Not many people were very enjoyable when irritated, but something about Kabal members seemed extra-scary when thinking of making someone mad.
“Well, I could try to punch you now and see what happens.” She smiled slightly at Lenna and stood up quickly. Henrietta seemed perfectly fine, and even a bit perky. “I’m up for almost anything. I’m not a fan of violence, but if it helps me protect myself, then I’m totally willing to throw some punches.”
The brunette nodded as she listened to what her teacher was telling her. “I guess I was so startled and scared, that the idea of kicking them between the legs never occurred to me.” She looked a little embarrassed and was blushing. “But it needs to occur to me.” Her blue eyes met Lenna’s. “You’re very tough and smart, so I really appreciate your help.”
Henrietta laughed when Locke asked if she was scared of blood but loved horror movies. “Yeah, I know, it’s weird. If I know it’s not real blood, I’m fine and I like the psychological aspects to movies such as Saw. Other types of horror movies have to have plots otherwise I can’t tolerate them.” She blushed slightly at the confession. “Real blood in large amounts makes my ears ring and I start to feel dizzy. One time, I was at school, and this kid hit his head on the cement and started bleeding. Since head wounds bleed so badly, I went down like a ton of bricks.” She smirked. “He ended up being taken to the hospital and I was taken too. We were both fine.”
She smiled at the boy when he told her she could quit math. “I just hate math. It makes less sense to me and the rules to it seem like they have no structure. It’s just random stuff and I have a hard time putting it all together in my mind.” The brunette tapped her pencil to her head as she corrected grammar that was purposely screwed up just to test her abilities. “Though English is so much easier, it just seems a bit odd to go through a bunch of random sentences and totally butcher them to test another person.” Henri shook her head at the misuse of the word ‘their’ and the horrible spelling of ‘ecited’, which she was positive was supposed to be ‘excited’.
Henrietta was now face-to-..leg? with Lenna’s leg. The brunette swallowed hard and plopped down onto her butt. A large breath exited through her mouth. She blinked in surprise. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until just then.
The girl stared up at the woman as she heard the dreaded comment. “Messy.” Henri sighed and started to stand up. “I know. I’ve been working with Mr. Stein some, but all we’ve done so far is practice falling.” A small smirk. “I’m getting good at falling, if that’s any consolation.”
Henrietta smiled as Locke talked about how waitresses had a hard job. She appreciated him saying that, because some people think less of people with that kind of job. Her mother’s options were limited especially when she was trying to hold down two jobs. Part of Henri felt nauseous every time she spoke of her mother. She wanted to change the subject, but at the same time she was interested in Locke’s life. She couldn’t ask the young man to keep talking about his family if she was unwilling to talk about her own. Although, she didn’t really have much of a family anyway.
The girl wondered how he ended up upside down in a bush, but decided not to ask. She was surprised when he admitted his fear of any type of mazes. “That makes complete sense. Lots of things that people are scared of were involved in a traumatic experience as a child. It’s interesting, but it sucks at the same time.” Henrietta gave a crooked smile. “I’m terrified of the dark almost more than anything. I’m also afraid of blood, thunderstorms, and death. Blood makes me feel faint. The dark thing is a really childish fear, but I can’t help it, you know? As for death, I have a feeling most people are scared of it.
Henri laughed when he read the English question and then filled it in. “English is my strong-suit. It just makes more sense to me than math. Of course, I’ve always hated math, so I may just be prejudice.” The brunette pushed her math book aside in frustration. “Is it okay if I give up for now?”
