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 felt her jaw drop when the thing in the bushes came out. It had wings! Wings! Without it meaning to, her hair flew up and began to writhe like snakes. At the time, there was no wind blowing. For some reason, it felt like she'd be able to protect herself better if the winged-thing attacked. Feeling bad for instantly being scared of the creature, she shut her mouth. Her hair continued to whip around as if warning them to stay back.
Realizing that she had no way to explain her hair flailing this way and that, Henrietta looked at the girl and then back at the odd thing that had came out of the bushes. "I...I'm sorry. Don't be freaked out." She shut her eyes to concentrate. She talked quietly to herself. "Calm down, it's fine. Not everyone needs to know what you are. Not like at home. Calm." As she whispered to herself, her hair began to calm down. Eventually it was laying like any normal person's would.
When she opened her eyes, she gave an embarrassed smile. Without knowing what to say to the strangers, Henri looked at the girl who had played the music. "That was beautiful. I saw you sitting and wanted to see if you were okay, but then I was just curious what that lovely sound was. I'm glad everything's good over here."
Henrietta turned and looked at the mystery creature. "I'm very sorry. You startled me. I didn't mean to be rude. I really didn't." She hadn't, but she had never seen anything quite like it before. The fact that it was hiding in the bushes made her even more nervous. Based on her reaction, she understood why it wouldn't want anyone to see it. Poor thing. I bet everyone has that reaction. I can't imagine how hard it must be for him. Wondering what next, Henri put a smile on her face. "I'm Henrrietta"
Without knowing exactly what was going on, Twyla grabbed onto Henrietta's hand and ran. They took cover behind a bench. Twyla appologized when she noticed that it wasn't as big as she had hoped. Henri wasn't mad and was just happy to be behind something instead of being in the open. She smiled at Twyla. "It's fine. I just like having something infront of me."
"Do I read Chinese?" For some reason, the sentence struck her as funny. Henrietta smirked slightly and then frowned when she looked at the fireworks writing. "Sorry, no. I don't." After sitting and thinking, she said, "I like your winging it idea." Pulling out a lighter she set it next to her. "I'll be back really quick." She crept infront of the bench with the firework in her hand. Rapunzel didn't feel like making this anymore unsafe than it already was.
When she got to a position that she thought was okay, she set the explosive device at an angle and aimed it toward the giant muddy beast. Running back to their cover, she grabbed the lighter and grinned at Twyla. "Wish me luck." Without thinking about what exactly could happen, she dashed back out and flicked the lighter so a flame came out. She held it to the tail end so it would light. Once she was sure it was actually lit, she ran like heck back behind the bench.
A big "BOOM' noise went off and a bright light. Henri had her head covered like it was some sort of huge bomb. Realizing that it probably couldn't hurt her from the distance they were positioned, Henri poked her head around the bench in time to see it hit the creature's leg. Instead of intense damage like they had hoped, it made a pathetic dent. She sighed with frusteration and yelled, "Really?!"
Henrietta trudged through the fluffy white snow that covered the ground. It had been falling for some time now and she loved it. If she'd been back home, her and her friends would've gone sledding or made a snowman. She stopped walking and looked up at the falling snow. She sighed contently.
Her vision was blurry when she looked back down. Henri realized she must have snowflakes stuck in her eyelashes. Laughing to herself slightly, she wiped at her eyes. When sight had returned, she began to walk again.
As she continued to meander, she saw Central Park. There was barely anyone there and Henrietta couldn't imagine someplace that would look as beautiful. She ran across the street and then took to walking in the park. All of the trees looked so wonderful, like they could be from a fairytale.
At first, Henrietta only her the sound of the snow crunching under her feet. Eventually another sound floated to her ears. Glancing around, she noticed a black blob sitting across the park on a bench. Deciding to walk by and see if the blob was okay, she started to make her way toward it.
When she got closed, Henri noticed that the blob was a girl. Probably around the same age as her. She was playing a beautiful song on what appeared to be a flute. Henrietta smiled and was about to start walking, seeing as the person was fine, but a voice came from nearby. Henri jumped and whipped around, looking for where it came from. Narrowing her eyes at a bush, she walked toward it a bit. "..Hello?"
When Twyla blushed, Henrietta smiled. "I'm sure you're awesome and I think that it should be something you have to work at. It may take a while, but the final outcome is all that matters. That's true for most things, actually." Henri was also quite skilled at dancing, but her fear of other people's perceptions was her downfall and weakness. No matter how good Henrietta really was, she would probably always be too nervous and care about how her peers viewed her.
"That's very true, Twyla. I can pretty much dance wherever I want as long as it's at an appropriate time." She laughed a little. She could just picture her getting up and dancing in a movie theater.
Looking at the girl's hand, Henrietta turned her head a little. Hm. What state does it look like... As soon as the thought hit her, she blurted out, "Wisconsin!". She'd never really realized how a hand does look Wisconsin until then. She held up her own hand and looked at it. "Huh. That's cool. I'm not sure how to make Illinois." Henri laughed and moved her hand in different ways to try to make it look like Illinois.
Twyla had asked if Henrietta she needed help unpacking or a tour. "A tour would be awesome. Maybe I won't smell as new if I pick up some of the mansion smells on my clothes."
"You were on a dance team? That's so cool! I bet you're really good." Henrietta smiled when the girl made a punching motion into the air after her suspisions about the the little dance were confirmed. When Twyla said that her friends may have just been jealous, Henri smiled. "Maybe. I was just so nervous." Twyla held her hand up as if expecting something when she said they were both from the Midwest. Realizing it was probably a high-five she was looking for, Henri hit her hand against the girl's. She was relieved to have met someone else who shared her passion, not only that, but they were both from the Midwest. She already felt more comfortable talking to the girl with blonde and pink hair."What state of the Midwest are you from?"
Now that she had been speaking to two people who were very kind and welcoming, Henri started to feel a little more confident. She didn't feel as if she'd be judged as much as she first thought. For some reason, it never occured to her that all of these people were different in some way and have probably been through a lot of hard times because of it. It was so hard for her to imagine other people like her, that she just tried not to. She didn't want to get her hopes up and then realize that all of the fellow residents were somehow less strange than her. It didn't make much sense in all honesty, but Henrietta wasn't sure what to think about being a mutant and how everyone else handled it. It really helped that the first people she talked to appeared to be about the same age as her.
A boy on a horse rode by and told Twyla to get away. Without knowing why, Henrietta felt very awkward. She didn't know this boy and it was obvious that he cared for her new friend very much. Henrietta looked at the boy and then at the horse. For some reason, the four-legged creature reminded her of someone...but who? While trying to figure this out, more chaos broke out and more trees fell. Looking around at all of the fellow mansion residents, she was in awe of all the unique powers. So many different kinds... She saw fast mutants, flying mutants, strong mutants, mutants that resembled animals. And that was only a few she noticed right off the bat.
Henrietta's hair was now whipping around in every which way and moved as is it were alive. In a way, it was alive as long as she was. The long, brown hair was under her control, as far as she knew. Even knowing that, Rapunzel could not think of a thing to do with hair that would be useful to such a situation. Sighing, she watched the horror continue to unfold. Glancing down, she saw Twyla sitting on the ground as if defeated. A tree started to fall by where the two girls stood. Without having to think, Henri grabbed Twyla's arm and pulled them out of the huge tree's way.
She fell to the ground, still holding onto her friend's arm. Gasping, Henrietta scrambled to her feet and pulled Twyla up a little. "We need to take cover..."
Henrietta had just arrived with her newest friend Twyla. They had been late on the scene. Both of them had their own reasons for the absensce. Twyla's had been to gather supplies to help the others. Henri couldn't help but feel selfish compared to the caring girl. The reason she had taken so long was because of her long hair. She was trying to braid it to keep it out of her face. Looking at the huge creature, she realized that it was a bad plan. She'd probably need to have her hair loose to fight the giant mudman.
When she and Twyla had arrived at the park, she couldn't help but stare at all of the mess. There were pine trees laying everywhere. Kids were ducking and dodging the huge, soaring greenery. Wow, hard to believe I had just been getting ready to close my eyes and sleep. Now that I know how bad it is down here, I feel a little guilty. Henrietta didn't know even half of the children.
Twyla asked what they should do next. Henri grabbed her hair-tie and pulled it out. She shook her hair out of the braids and looked at her friend. "Well, I'm not sure how much help I'll be, but it can't hurt to try." Glancing at the horror scene, she took a deep breath and let it back out. "They seem to be having trouble. What do you wanna do?"
Twyla had said that she had a "fresh, out of the carton smell". Henrietta couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't a nervous laugh this time, but the real kind. "THAT'S what that smell is! I couldn't figure it out for the life of me." Poking fun at herself had always been a normal thing for Henri. She learned at a young age that it could only help a situation. Mutie High. Huh, I guess it is depending on the age of the person. Smiling, she nodded and said, "I think it would be best to feel like I'm not alone and that everything is under control."
Henri grinned when Twyla repeated the dance steps. She did the moves again and explained as she did them. "I took jazz when I was younger. It was a routine I learned when I was about 9." She couldn't believe how lucky she was to meet another girl who seemed to enjoy dancing. I wonder if there's a dance team at her school. As soon as she thought it, Henrietta decided to ask. "Did you have a dance team at your school? I almost tried out at my school in Springfield, but my friends thought it would be stupid to bother. Those girls that were on already were absolutely amazing."
When she talked about dancing, Henrietta would get a dreamy look on her face. Speaking about the girls who were so talented at her school made Henrietta speak with a kind of awe. She'd always admired the girls who could bend their bodies this way and that. Henri blushed a little after realizing the dumb look she must've had on her face. "Sorry."
When the girl, Twyla, asked how new she was, Henri blushed a little. "Brand new, actually. I just got here a few hours ago." Looking at the girl, she noticed that they couldn't be too far apart in age. While trying to decide what to say next, she shifted her weight between her left and right legs. Henrietta grinned when she finally figured out something to ask. "What do you like to do in your freetime?" Ha! That should keep the conversation going.
Henrietta enjoyed doing many things in her spare time. She loved to dance and jump hurtles. The hurtles weren't always the best thing though, considering she had a tendency to not make it over. Dancing was something she had always loved. It had crossed her mind to join her school's dance team, but her friends always told her not to even bother. They said that the same girls would always be on the team and that trying to break up their beautiful, flexible force was pointless.
As she waited for Twyla's answer, she did a little dance. She moved her a feet in a small movement. It wasn't anything complicated, but she was trying to not do something big and noticable. When Henrietta didn't know what to do with herself, she would often do little dance steps she learned in jazz when she was younger. Jazz wasn't her favorite, but she could always remember the moves.
>> A girl had pushed against the door.“Well, you could meet one of your awesome new neighbors.”
When the girl with pink and blonde hair popped out from the hallway, Henrietta almost yelled and fell off her bed. She was in shock. Words, Henri. Words."Uh.." She blinked a few times. Realizing she must seem a little dumb or something, Henrietta smiled a little. Responding to the girl's question, she said, "Hey. Is it really that obvious that I'm new?" Henri laughed a little and stood up. "I'm Henrietta Braun. Some people call me Henri. Nice to meet you." Trying to decide what she should say next, Henrietta figured it'd be safe to ask her name. "What's your name?"
I guess I get to meet someone new now. I'm kind of glad I don't have to go out looking. While she waited for the girl's response, Henri rubbed her bare feet together and fidgeted a little. For some reason, it seemed easier when she talked to Calley. It was probably because he was wearing a funny outfit. It helped that his clothes didn't demand seriousness. Talking to someone who was a girl, wearing normal clothes, and looked similar in age was a little more intimidating. Henri felt herself wanting to revert back to her old ways that she developed while attending high school. Ignoring the urge, she stood up straighter and stopped fidgeting. Be brave, Henrietta. Stop freaking out before you even have a reason.
After Calley had helped her retreive all her forms and tracked down a greeter, Henrietta had finally found out where she was suppose to be staying. When she had first gotten into her new room, she had set all her bags on the bed. MY bed. I'll guess it'll take some time to get used to that. She unzipped her main suitcase, took out her clothes, and set them down infront of her. Glancing down at the few outfits she had brought with her, she sighed a little. Henrietta decided that doing laundry would have to become a pretty regular activity. She opened a few drawers on her new dresser and began to slip bottoms into the last one, shirts in the middle one, and undergarments into the very top drawer. With one of her suitcases empty, Henri slipped the empty suitcase beneath her bed.
The unpacking process was taking a little longer than expected. Looking at everything she had brought with her, it didn't seem like much. Deciding where to put everything was the problem. If Henrietta wasn't so odd about everything having a place, it would probably be a shorter activity. She liked being able to find things quickly and also liked that some things seemed to fit perfectly into places. At her apartment, she had always decided where to put something as soon as she got it. Unfortunately, all of this stuff was with her at once and the living quarters weren't familiar yet. After quite a bit of debate, Henrietta had finally decided where to put all her bathroom supplies. All done. She smiled with satisfaction and brushed her hands together.
When that was all finished, Henri sprawled onto her bed. She glanced out her bedroom door. Leaving it open, she thought, may make people feel welcome to come say "hi" or something. No one really had, but she figured people were busy with their own things and completely understood. She hadn't really gone around looking to talk to others yet either. Even if she wasn't so nervous about the idea, she still probably wouldn't have gotten up. Unpacking was hard work and she felt exhausted. Henrietta closed her eyes and hummed a song her mother used to sing to her when she was little. She had always enjoyed the song, but she stopped when she thought about her mother. This wasn't something she felt like thinking about anytime soon. Sitting up, Henri glanced out the door again and spoke to herself. "Hmm. Wonder what I should do now..."
When Calley asked about her power, Henrietta smiled and her hair flew out into different directions. She made it all go one way, then another. Next she tugged at a necklace she was wearing with a small portion of her hair. "Hair manipulation. Just my head hair." It seemed right to throw the 'head' part in. She was afraid of awkward questions that could come up. "Oh, there's also this." She took a hold of her hair and attempted to rip some out. "The women at the salon were the first people to see just how strong my hair is."
>>“It’s just right down the hall—see the office there? I’ll just kidnap your bags back outside with me, and get back to raking. I do love the kidnapping. And the raking.”
Henrietta sensed some sarcasm and raised an eyebrow. "If you do like raking that much, I'd at least like to take my bags." She smiled and held out her hands. Part of her felt that she wanted to do things for herself, but at the same time, she knew she wanted help. She most definitely wanted friends too.
