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 sat in the seat for a few moments after Twyla darted off. She inhaled deeply. It was so nice to sit and she didn’t want to get up, but she had things to do. Sighing slightly, Henri made herself stand. Walking off the bus, she looked at her fellow Mansion residents. They were all working so hard. It made the brunette feel a little pathetic, but she knew that a lot of the people had had some sort of experience before. All of this fighting was new to her. Of course she assumed it was for others too.
Taking a few more steps, she walked up next to Twyla. The blonde wasn’t saying anything, but looked out over the people. It seemed that the fighting had ended. Police and reporters were starting to swarm near the other mutants. Henri had a feeling that the cops may not completely understand what was going on. The unknown was what usually scared people the most. Unfortunately, not even the girl knew exactly what had happened. She knew that it was a big clay creature and that it threatened to hurt others, but that was as far as her knowledge went.
She hoped that the situation didn’t become even worse by making people think mutants were evil. That’s one of the last things their ‘kind’ needed. People already said and did horrible things. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they had an actual excuse. Henrietta glanced around nervously. “Great,” she said in a sarcastic tone. “That’s just what we need. Publicity…”
Noel eyes landed on something made out of fur. Henrietta smiled slightly. She herself was not a big fan of fur, but the young woman seemed like she could pull it off. The brunette imagined that Noel could pull off most clothing, considering her attitude. If she wanted to wear something and look good, Henri assumed she would. “You should try it on, Noel.”
Juka walked off in a different direction and told Henrietta to come with him. Walking a bit fast to catch up with the man in the dress, she looked at all the different things in the aisle. Coming up next to Juka, he held out a beautiful dress. The teenage girl stared at it a minute. He held it out to her and she took it from him. Was she supposed to try it on?
Blushing, Henri smiled shyly. “Juka…Where’s the changing room?” The girl glanced back and forth to see if she could spot it. She held the dress gently and waited for the man’s answer.
>>"But to be perfectly frank, I have no clue where or who they be." Henri sighed. She had no idea what to do next. This whole trying to be nice thing wasn’t working out because he was making it difficult. She figured it wasn’t his fault. The boy may have been scared or nervous. She knew how that was. Forcing a smile on her face, she looked at Locke. “So, we could try to find a teen shelter or a homeless shelter, unless you want to look for your aunt and uncle.” The brunette couldn’t mention the Mansion, especially if he wasn’t a mutant.
Standing and waiting, she stuck her hands deeper into her coat pockets. It was cold and it would only get worse because the sun was down. Henrietta looked up at the sky. A few stars were visible and she smiled. It was always strange to think that they were seeing stars that had died long ago. Taking a deep breath, she returned her field of vision to its normal angle.
The brunette glanced at the boy who was so close to her in age. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. The girl also assumed he was probably cold. She knew she was. His sleepiness made her nervous, especially since it's a known fact that people who freeze to death are often sleepy. Taking off her scarf, she held it out. It was a plain black one, so it wasn’t feminine looking. If it had been very girly, she may not have offered. “You can use it until we find somewhere for you to stay, if you want…”
He called her a muggle? Feeling relieved, she started laughing. "Thank God, I didn't want to laugh in case you were serious." She giggled for a couple seconds and then stopped. After the small outburst, she smiled at the young man. He must read Harry Potter too. Van then gave the girl advice to never go to Starbucks because of the tourists. He pointed at a man who was very obviously not from around here. She tilted her head slightly as the man walked by. She hoped that she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. Henrietta looked down at her clothes. No, she appeared to blend fine. Well, except maybe the random dancing. That was probably an attention grabber...
Glancing back up from her clothes. she saw him begin to walk away. She was suprised, but wasn't at the same time. The brunette imagined he most likely had something he should be doing and that this was to be a random conversation. But before he was out of sight or earshot, he yelled something. It was: "Do muggles drink coffee?" Did he just invite her along for his search of caffeine? She grinned and began to make her way to the boy.
Dodging around people, she walked up next to Van. Stopping, she looked up at him. He wasn't too much taller than her, but it was still nice to talk to a guy who wasn't shorter than her. "Yes, muggles do in fact drink coffee. We quite love it, actually." Henri hoped that it didn't seem like a lame attempt to be funny. She wasn't really trying to be funny, necessarily. It was more of an attempt to keep talking to the boy with random shaven spots on his head. The areas where hair was sparse didn't look wierd. Heni wondered how he knew that it wouldn't look odd or ridiculous. Then the thought that he didn't care occured to her. He was hot enough that he probably didn't have to care. The girl forgot that not all people are scared of what others think of them.
He said he hoped she came for the right reason. "I think I did. At least, I don't regret it. Besides, it was my mother's idea. She...she didn't know what to do with me anymore." That was the best way Henri could think of saying it without going, "I'm a mutant and my mom thinks I'm a freak." She wasn't sure if her mom thought she was a freak, but she certainly didn't know how to handle the situation. Remembering she didn't say where she was from, she smiled. "Sorry, I'm from Springfield, Illinois."
The boy who had introduced himself as Van, asked if the "Etta" part of her name counted. She smiled. "Well, you can call me Etta if you want, I guess." Henri could tell he had been joking, so she joked back. In reality, as long as the name wasn't mean, she didn't mind what he called her. Well, that wasn't completely true. If he called her a different girl's name, she'd be sad. Her name was decently unique. Looking at him, she couldn't help thinking how cute he was. Henrietta wasn't the type to just stare at some guy, but he was cute, in the tough sort of way. Or maybe hot? Was that a better word choice? She didn't look at him and think of a puppy, so maybe it was.
She found herself hoping she looked okay, especially is he had taken a picture of her. He called himself the "Mugwump of Brooklyn". Van had a very serious look on his face when he said that. She wondered if he was kidding or if he was really called that. She doubted anyone actually told him that, especially to his face. He looked like he could beat the crap out of someone if he wanted. For all she knew, he could've been in his share of fights. The young man didn't make her nervous though. He seemed calm so far and he had been very sweet. After all, he had called her pretty.
Walking into the shop, she saw a lady with purple hair. Very tall purple hair. Her and Juka hugged like they were very good friends. Henrietta smiled at the scene. It was kind of cute, in an odd sort of way. They were a random looking pair, but the warmth between the two was definitely real. Juka smiled proudly to the store owner as he announced his contribution of customer-bringing.
>>"Welcome to the Dutchess Boutique. If there is anything at all I can help you with or anything you would like to try on, please let me know."
Henri smiled at the woman. Politely she said, "Thank you." Now that she took the time to look around the shop, she noted all the bright colored things. There was quite the assortment of things. She could imagine Juka shopping at such a place. It seemed to fit his demeanor. Random and cheerful. Cheerful was always good and random could be fun. The man in the dress had been quite fun to talk to so far...
Juka warned the two to use their manners. "Yes, of course. Right, Noel?" She smiled at the woman. Hopefully she could get some sort of positive enjoyment out of the cute store...
One of Nick's partners walked up behind her. He seemed too afraid to touch her though. That made Henri smirk. The look slid from her face when Nick continued to talk. He'd let them go, if they gave them all of their valuables. What this guy serious? She stared at the leader of the small group. He seemed serious enough, but the brunette wasn't going to just hand over her stuff without trying to do anything first. Swallowing hard, she spoke.."I'm sorry. I don't really have anything and he doesn't have much either. He's just been living in the park." That was true. Well, the girl had a little money, but it was all she would have for a while.
Henrietta glanced at Chris. She knew he had been talking about the man who had ran away from the problem. Too bad the big scary guy didn't. Biting her lip, she contimplated speaking again. The boy seemed speechless and she didn't want him to get hurt. "He wasn't talking about you. There was a man who saw us, but he just walked away..." She turned and smiled slightly at the fish-boy. Hopefully it would be comforting to him. The girl wasn't sure how much longer she could pretend she wasn't scared.
Her hair continued to move around. It was a warning not to get any closed to her. She wasn't sure if it would work, but it was worth a shot. Anything was at this point. If she'd have to, Henrietta would hand over her money. She knew that the other hostage couldn't afford to give anything up. That was all he owned and she wouldn't want it all to get taken from him.
Henri looked at Nick and then at the ground. She wasn't sure what to do. It was unknown to her if they possessed any weapons and the girl didn't want to hurt anyone. She wasn't sure if she could even make herself hurt another person. Fighting may have to be out, especially since it seems like Chris's powers are better suited for aquatic environments...Looking around for any source of water, she sighed. There wasn't any. How were they suppose to get out of this without any pain?
The mystery, ninja photographer said, “Weird is good...Most of the time. Sometimes weird is just...weird.” It was a little redundant, but it made sense to the girl. She understood how he meant it and couldn't come up with a better way to say it either. Sometimes redundant was best.
When he said that the candid picture was how he'd remember her, she took another glance at the picture in his hand. It was definitely not the best picture that'd ever been taken of her, but it was one that didn't make her fade into the background. It was an actual picture of her. When she looked at it, she didnt' see someone pretending to fit in. It was a great picture, but at the same time, not so much. "You want to remember me like that? With that look on my face? Are you sure?" Henri laughed, but made sure to add, "I really do like it though." And she did. You could tell by the look on her face. He attempted to look the same as the picture and failed. He laughed, which made her laugh.
The boy asked if dancing at streetlights had become a regular habit for her. The brunette felt her face get a bit red again. "It's become more and more frequent, yes." It was true. She'd been dancing in a lot of random places lately. Henrietta finally felt free enough to, which meant that it was probably going to happen. "I never felt comfortable before, and now that I'm kind of far from my hometown, I do. Unfortunately, I still get strange looks time to time. I guess I can understand that though." A slight smile came onto the girl's face. She did understand the looks, but she hated them all the same.
Realizing something, she said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Henrietta. A lot of people call me Henri though." She wouldn't throw in the mutant nickname or the last name yet. After all, she just met him and didn't know if he hated mutants or not. Not to mention he ambushed her with a camera. That didn't bother her really. Even if it had, she probably would've kept the feeling to herself to avoid conflict. It was just how she worked.
Before Henrietta could say anything to the girl, she was gone. She was glad to have made a new friend, even if it was in the wee hours of the morning. The brunette hoped that maybe someday Twyla, Maya, and her could all hang out. She smiled to herself. That'd be fun...
Yawning, she staggered back to bed. Pulling back the covers, she got in. After turning off the light next to her bed, she drifted off into sleep....
Turning around, a flash filled her eyes. Henrietta began to blink radidly because little dots filled her vision. She shook her head slightly and looked at the boy who had the camera. The brunette wasn't quite sure what to do. It was a little wierd and random, but he DID compliment her. The compliment made her face turn red. He held out the picture for her to see. Staring at it for a moment, she began to laugh. The image of her had a shocked and slightly scared look. It was a wierd picture, but candid.
Henri looked at the boy for a moment. He appeared to be about the same age as Henrietta and part of his head was shaved. She smiled. "That's the wierdest picture of me I've ever seen." Not counting baby pictures of course. Those were always wierd and it didn't matter who you were. "I like it." Her face still had a bit of a blush to it. He's kinda cute... Curious as to what the boy was doing, she tilted her head slightly. "Do you do ninja photographs frequently or is this new?" He seemed awfully prepared, which made her think it was a common thing for him, but she asked him all the same.
Reaching into her pocket, she took out her MP3 player and turned it off. Henrietta took out the earphones and put them and the MP3 player back. It was a little harder to hear with them on, and she was interested in what he had to say. She realized that dancing while walking down the street couldn't be as wierd as snapping pictures of random people. Or maybe it could. She may think that that was odd and he may find the random dancing odd. Either way, she wanted to talk to him and hoped he wouldn't think she was lame.
>> "All right, Rapunzel, I dunno 'bout ya, but I'm ready to turn in. Thanks for keepin' me company."
Henrietta nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think it’s about that time.” Part of her didn’t want it to be, but the rest of her was exhausted. Smiling, she took the girl’s hand in her own. It made the standing up process a lot quicker. “It was my pleasure, Maya. It’s always nice to make a new friend.” Rapunzel was now on her feet. “We’ll definitely have to hang out sometime.”
>> "Um, Henri, can I ask ya somethin'?....Ya've seen me shift, right?..."How does it look like?..."
“Hmm…” The girl looked embarrassed, but Henri didn’t find it weird. She grinned at the girl to assure her there was nothing odd about the question. “Well, your hair gets quite a bit longer and it seemed like your facial features altered a little. You can definitely tell which you’re turning into. It’s kind of like watching those animated computer things where you can make a person morph into another.” She hoped that made sense. The brunette didn’t know how else to explain it.
"I didn't see anything awkward happen..." She threw in.
Henrietta had had a very boring morning. It seemed like everyone was busy and couldn’t hang out. She was disappointed at first, but took the opportunity to go for a nice walk. The brunette enjoyed going out where there were a bunch of people. Watching others in their daily life could be interesting. She didn’t stare or anything, just glanced here and there. New Yorkers were especially interesting to Henri. She had lived in Springfield her whole life and had never really been out of the state. Well, except for the neighboring ones. Living in a completely different area was scary, but there were so many different kinds of people.
Walking down the street, she kicked at a chunk of snow. She had her hands in her pockets due to the chill in the air. Since she had gotten to New York in November, she hadn’t had a different type of season to look around. It had all been cold. It wasn’t as if she could wait for spring in an entirely new town before adventuring around. Her curiosity was in charge when it came to the choice of wandering in the cold. Henrietta was surprised she still hadn’t received a cold or some sort of flu-bug, especially when she was exposed to so many people.
The 16-year-old girl came to a cross-walk. It had the ‘not a good time to walk because you could get hit by a car’ sign lit up. Staring at the cars as they drove passed; she let out a small sigh. Taking her MP3 player out of her pocket, she stuck the ear buds into her ears. When it turned on, “Lip Gloss” by Lil’ Mama was playing. It was expected and she began to move her feet in a small little dance. Unfortunately, the dance was short-lived. The walking person turned green. “Aw, man…” She said at a normal tone so she could here herself over the music. Looking both ways, she stepped out in the street.
Making it safely to the other side, she turned and watched as the “go” light came on for the cars. She watched them for a minute and then turned to begin walking again.
