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.
After tomorrow I can't make any promises about when I'll be on. I have Christmas break as well and will be with my family and friends. I hope everybody's holidays are great and safe. I know weather has been bad in some areas and there's travel that goes on this time of year.
Glancing around, Henrietta saw that Twyla’s wrist seemed injured and that the boy who let them fall on top of them seemed to be hurt badly. She felt bad that the boy caught them when he looked so badly injured. Lying in the snow, she squeezed her eyes shut. She felt tired and her stomach hurt. The brunette knew she had to get up or at least try, especially since Twyla had asked if she could. Trying to talk loud enough for her friend to hear, she replied with a “yeah, I think so.”
Now that she said she could, she had to actually do it. Rapunzel tried sitting up, but her torso hurt way too much for that. She was debating the best way to get up and came upon the decision that rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up may be the best way. Slowly and gently, she shifted her body so she was face down on the ground. Putting her hands firmly on the ground, she pushed up. Once on her knees, the rest came a bit easier. She fell back so she was sitting on her butt. Henrietta almost laughed when she realized that it had taken her so long to get into a simple sitting position. Not a laugh of humor, but one of disgust.
Henri remained sitting on the ground until she was fairly sure there was no way she was getting any farther without help. She couldn’t make herself stand up and use her abdominals. They felt like they were bruised a fair amount. She decided her problem could wait. The boy was worse and Twyla was helping him. Knowing how pathetic she must look, she almost began to cry. No one would’ve been able to tell, but her eyes started to water as if tears were coming. Pushing them back, Henrietta tried to get up again. She would not be weak. She refused to be.
Placing her hands behind her for support, she pushed herself upright. She stood and let out a small cry. Even though she didn't have a fowl mouth, she almost swore. Instead of continuing to complain about the pain, she bit her lower lip. She walked, hunched over with her hand on her torso, to Twyla and the hurt boy. Even though she herself was hurt, she wanted to help somehow, especially since the guy seemed worse off. She wanted to be of some use. Turning to Twyla she asked, “Anything I can do?”
Henri was so surprised. He had been a he a minute ago, but now he was a she. It was a lot to think about. Realizing that she probably seemed like a creeper, she looked away. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see …whatever that was. I was just coming out of the kitchen. I couldn’t sleep so I was hoping water might help.” Henri felt so uncomfortable and she was afraid that they would think she was weird. Deciding to keep her eyes on the floor, she rubbed one of her feet on top of the other.
Her thoughts were whirring and she wasn’t sure what she should be doing or saying. Do I just go back to bed? Maybe I need a book on conversations for dummies. This thought made her smile ever so slightly. It couldn’t hurt my communication skills much.
Finally she thought of something else to say. “I’ve seen you around. You talk to my new friend Twyla. I’m Henrietta Braun. Some people call me Henri or Rapunzel.” Pausing for a moment, she smiled at the now-girl. "It's nice to finally meet you."
While she was laughing, she heard a girl’s voice. “Why don’t you just tattoo ‘leper’ on your forehead?” Henrietta felt embarrassed and her face turned red. She had just been kidding, of course. While that was going on, someone else walked over. Rapunzel recognized him as one of the people who had been at central park fighting the giant clay beast. Well, she thought he was a him. If they were a him, they had a very different choice in clothing, but it wouldn’t bother her either way. She’d heard some people call him Juka, she thought.
>>”You are a vision of beauty, my dear.” The man curtsied in front of her. "I would be most honoured if you would accompany me this day as we wander this most perilous city in search of its many hidden treasures."
Henri wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation. She’d never had anyone talk to her like that. It didn’t offend her. Actually, she felt kind of flattered. She never really thought of herself as being beautiful. Henrietta thought she was okay looking, but that’s about as far as it went. She didn’t know it, but many of her old friends envied her looks. She had a high metabolism and didn’t struggle with weight loss like a few of them did. Like most teenagers, she would have acne breakouts here and there, but overall she had been blessed with decent features.
She smiled at him. “Thank you. That’s so sweet. I’m Henrietta Braun. You can call me Henri if you want.” After he had spoken to her, he told the other girl off for what she said about tattooing something on her forehead. Henri was surprised, but then realized that maybe he was upset about people being judged. She felt bad for both of these people. One seemed hurt by what the other had said, and the other probably had no idea why she was being scolded. Not knowing what to do, Henri just waited until it was over. She was afraid to make things worse.
It was one of those nights where Rapunzel rolled around in her sleep. She decided that instead of forcing herself to lay there and be miserable, she might as well get up. Maybe a glass of water would help. Henrietta wasn’t quite sure why water was supposed to help you sleep, but the brunette figured it was worth a shot.
After she had rolled out of bed, she yawned and put on some slippers. She had a matching robe in her possession, but it was her feet that were cold. Opening the door to her room, she quietly crept out. Since she had neighbors, she was attempting to keep the noise to a minimum. She walked to the kitchen, got a cup, filled it with water, drank it, and then washed the cup. Henri liked things being clean and organized so she put the cup back where she found it.
Walking back to her room, she noticed someone was dozing on the couch. Curious as to what time it was, Henri glanced at the clock. 11:59…Almost tomorrow already, she thought to herself. Sighing quietly she began to start her adventure back to her room. Out of the corner of her eye, something was moving. Her first reaction was to then look and see what it was, so she did.
Turning to look, she realized it was a boy moving. Wait! He’s THE boy! He’s Twyla’s friend! Henrietta was disappointed she still hadn’t met him, but she was not about to wake him up to ask his name. She again started to walk when she noticed his hair was growing. The longer she watched, the less like a boy he began to look. Not sure what to do or what was going on, she gasped. It wasn’t loud enough to get to anyone’s room, but the person may have heard.
Henrietta hadn’t been staring at him until she noticed he was changing into…a she? Wondering if she was dreaming, she shook her head, but he still looked like a she. That boy’s a girl! That girl’s a boy!
Christmas had come and passed. The positive thing about the holidays being over was that there would be after-Christmas sales. Henrietta didn't have tons of money and she was hoping some clothes would be on sale. She doubted it. Usually it was just Christmas ornaments and other things she, personally, didn't need anytime soon. Maybe when she had her own family and house, but until that time, she wasn’t concerned. Looking in the store windows at all the Christmas stuff made her a little queasy. Giant clay monsters and Christmases would probably always be synonymous is her mind.
Trying to think about something else, she glanced at her shirt. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but all of her nicer shirts were in a hamper. Henrietta always enjoyed looking nice, especially if she was going to be seen in public. She had done her makeup as she usually had. That had always made her feel prettier. She usually wore black eyeliner and sometimes she’d wear blue or silver eye shadow. It made her blue eyes pop. That’s what her mother had always said, anyway. Her mother was beginning to enter her thoughts a lot lately, but there was no way Henri was going to call her first. No. Way. Ever.
As she continued to walk down the sidewalk, Henri felt her throat start to tickle. Of course, when that happens, most people cough. Unfortunately for Henrietta, coughing had hurt quite badly since she fell from a pretty high distance. Again, the stupid clay thingy’s work. Knowing there was no fighting it, she let herself cough. A stabbing pain was felt in her torso. She grabbed at her stomach and kept walking.
“Just walk it off.” She was mumbling, and Henrietta continued to mumble random things to herself as she made her way along. It was one of the only ways she felt less lonely. Growing up as an only child usually meant you were bound to get used to talking to yourself at some point. Of course, some people will look at you funny if you’re talking and you’re seemingly by yourself. A man gave her a strange look. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forget most people can’t see Bob. My therapist says he’s imaginary, but I don’t buy it.” After she said this, the man began to walk much, much faster. It was a joke, but he wouldn’t know that. She began to giggle. Usually Henri didn’t say things, she just got embarrassed. It was a bit weird for her, but it felt good to laugh though. She hadn’t laughed much since the Christmas Eve incident. She had been in shock.
Maybe if mutants took the drug they'd lose their power or just lose control of their power. It'd be interesting if they just lost control of their power.
We should role play sometime! My character Henrietta is 16 too. I want her to get to know other people better. Welcome! Hope to talk to you soon. Message me if you're interested in posting sometime.
I think this sounds really interesting. Henrietta hasn't gotten very involved in anything. She stays at the mansion and if someone wanted to kidnap her, it wouldn't be too difficult. I think it'd be good for her to be thrown into some scary stuff.
Henrietta heard Twyla begin to say something, but all of the sudden she felt as if she were falling. If she would've had enough time, Rapunzel may have screamed. Scratch that, most definintely would have screamed. To her own relief, she didn't get that time. The last thing she wanted was to seem like a wuss infront of all of her fellow students and grown mutants. As she started her fall, one thing crossed her mind. What are we gonna land on? Henri would soon get her answer.
At the end of the fall, she landed on something that felt softer than normal ground. Much softer than dirt. Parts of it were softer, anyway. Other parts felt bony. She began to sigh with relief, she was alive!, but the intake of air made her cough. After a second, she realized it wasn't the sigh that made the coughing, it was the fact that she had landed on top of two other people. Her stomach was what broke the fall and it felt like she was squishing into one of them. One was Twyla, the other...Well, she wasn't sure who he was, but he was there. Breaking falls for teenage girls that fell out of the sky.
Henrietta felt dazed and her stomach hurt. She rolled off the pair and onto the ground. The brunette figured she should let the other mutants up since they probably were in pain too. Sitting up, she made a bit of a groaning noise. Rapunzel was of course very happy she hadn't gone "splat!" all over the cold, snowy dirt. That was always something to be thankful for. Henri couldn't help but grin and said aloud to herself, "It's a Christmas miracle!"
Henrietta felt so grateful that the girl wanted to help her. There was nothing she could say that would show her appreciation. Knowing this, she smiled and hoped that Twyla would understand what she was trying to convey. If this girl was anything like her, she most likely felt like she was different and didn't belong. Henri imagined most of the mutants had felt this way. It was a great place for them, the mansion, that is. It was so much easier to get to know others who had the same 'disease', as her mother called it.
Thinking of her mother made Henrietta get a lump in her throat. She wasn't sure if she missed her mom or hated her. Either way, the feelings weren't wanted. The girl pushed all of them back as she watched the blonde sashaying and leaping. An applause came from her and then she repeated the graceful moves. She wasn't sure if she looked as good when she did them, but she was having fun. "How was that?" She grinned and held her arms in a high-v.
After the moves down the hall, Twyla grinned at her. "We'll take the back stairs, on second thought." Henri couldn't imagine how many flights of stairs the place needed. Figuring there were plenty of floors, why not get an elevator? She was sure it would be much faster.
Seeing Twyla shooting by her, Henri turned to watch where the girl was heading. She was afraid that she was being abandoned, but the girl was running with purpose. It was toward the boy that had been on the horse. Realizing she wasn’t going to make it, the blonde girl had begun to run back towards her. The 16-year old was relieved to see her friend returning to her. Twyla was yelling something at her.
“Henri, run!”
Knowing that she probably SHOULD be running from the giant tentacle, she stood up. Henri was getting in her sprinting position. Henrietta had taken track and knew how she could start at her fastest. She took a few running steps, but then fell. Taking a moment to check what had tripped her, Henri glared down angrily. It was Twyla's bag. It was suppose to be helping, but here she was tripping on it. She was getting ready to get up, but something prevented it. All of a sudden, something landed on the long-haired girl. “Twyla!”
“Hurry! Get up!” Henrietta lied still as Twyla got up. She then got up after the other girl had gotten off of her. Henrietta picked up Twyla’s pack and handed it to her. While that was happening, neither girl noticed the huge, writhing tentacle heading towards them. When the realization that they were being surrounded by a limb struck them, it was already too late. Both girls were lifted into the air.
Henrietta’s hair began to move wildly. It was obvious that Henri was in a panic, because her hair was as well. She looked down at the ground and swung her legs rapidly. It was so far away and the girl felt that she was going to be sick.
((Permission to get Twyla captured was given by Twyla herself. No god-modding here! ))
Henrietta nodded a hello to both mutants. Wait, they're mutants too! She felt relieved that she didn't just show her power to humans. She was suprised when she saw that the man/gargoyle began to have a human-like apperance. He even had a pipe. Which almost made her giggle from the randomness. The man said that the terrified reaction she had was a normal occurance, but it didn't make her feel less cruel. "I really am sorry, Jeramya. I'm usually not so rude. You were hiding and it made me wary."
Turning to Susan, Henri smiled. She had noticed that the girl's eyes changed.I wonder what it means when they change "Your eyes. They change color. That's pretty cool. I just have strong, spazzy hair." Henrietta laughed as a piece of her hair twirled seemingly by itself. "I can control it most of the time. Sometmes I don't realize that I'm moving. I've had people think it was possessed or had a mind of it's own. It doesn't though.." Just plain, boring, normal hair. Well, maybe not NORMAL, but not alive. All of a sudden, she felt like she was babbling, so she decided to leave it at that.
Glancing at both mutants, she grinned and slightly blushed from embarrassment.Then she sighed quietly to herself with hopes that the strangers hadn't heard. Way to go, Henri. Not only are you wierd, you can't make yourself shut up.
Henrietta started to dance and vouge with Twyla. She made overly expressive faces everytime she moved her hands to a different position. She laughed and smiled at the girl. Twyla then began to lead her on the tour of the huge mansion.
As Twyla showed Henrietta her messy room, the blonde girl said it would probably always look like that. Henri could completely understand not having the time to clean her room. Her room would progressively get worse as time went on, she was sure. Eventually she'd be so busy with things that a clean room would seem less important. That's how it was when she was at the apartment, at least. Twyla told Henrietta that is she ever needed anything, she could come to her. Henri felt a huge grin spread across her face. "Thank you so much, Twyla." I can come to her. Like friends go to each other. My first friend here, well besides Calley, but he and I didn't really get to know each other.
Pulled out of here thoughts when the girl mentioned 'the best room', she tilted her head slightly."The best room? Which one is that?" Henietta couldn't imagine how many rooms there were, nor which could be the best. Seeing all the books on Twyla's floor, maybe it was the library. She loved to read as well, but she thought that she should wait to see the options before picking a favorite.
