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.
Umm...can I join? I'm sorry I didn't notice this thread sooner. I've been busy just trying to get posts out there and haven't looked around much. Besides, I think Henri would make a cute Sally ragdoll from the Nightmare Before Christmas. Hehe
The girl glanced at the man that sat next to her. He explained to her what they’d be doing and she felt herself let out a breath she must’ve been holding. She hadn’t even realized that she had been doing so, but she guessed that she was nervous about what he intended on having her do this time. Their first encounter had left the girl bruised and battered. She had been glad that no one seemed to notice all the injuries, considering it wasn’t actually a big deal. She had okayed the idea of training and she had wanted to learn. There were prices to pay for knowledge sometimes.
He wanted to know the results of her results. Henrietta turned and faced Mr. Stein so it was easier to talk to him. She cleared her throat and then smiled nervously. “Well, that word you told me, Weltshmerz, can mean a couple things, I found out. It was originally from a German author named Jean Paul, and he used it as a term to explain the feeling someone has when they realize reality won’t ever meet the demands of the mind.” The brunette tapped the side of her hear lightly for effect.
After a brief pause, the girl started up again. “The other way it’s used is as a meaning for world pain.” Henri looked her teacher in the eyes. “You said that it was supposed to tell me something about you. Is it that you think the world is in pain, or do you feel like reality isn’t good enough?” She was honestly curious, though they would both be sad for someone to feel, she thought. “I guess I could see how one could think the world is in pain or is pain. It can be hard sometimes.”
She folded her hands in her lap and rubbed one sneaked on top of the other, but not hard enough to make any noise. “You also said you had a quest for me, though you didn’t tell me what it was I was supposed to do.” Her blue eyes squinted slightly in thought. “But I think that I did learn some things about you. I think that sending me on a quest, shows that you actually want to make me a better person and that you do care to an extent what becomes of all this. As for Weltshmerz, I think you’ve had a difficult life and a lot of things you’ve had to overcome that have made you believe whatever you do and makes you seem so stiff and, forgive me, a bit cold.” A smile appeared on the freckled girl’s face. “And I believe that when you aren’t my teacher, we should try to have a conversation, as friends.”
Chris didn’t ask why Henrietta felt hurt and what had happened between her and Van. She felt a little grateful, but also a little bad. Part of her felt like she should explain to him what was going on, but she didn’t want to make Van seem like a bad, insensitive person, though it was starting to feel like he kind of was. The brunette knew she didn’t think that either, obviously. She wanted to talk to him, to laugh with him again. She didn’t want to feel like everything that had happened between them was supposed to be forgotten.
Henri wasn’t very surprised when Chris’s eyes lowered to the ground. He was a very nervous and scared person, but she still felt sad. She had hoped that maybe he wouldn’t be so scared of Henrietta. It felt like they should be friends, and she did consider him a friend. The girl also knew that even if Chris considered her a friend, he was still going to be weary. Even though he hadn’t told her what his life had been like, she could sense that whatever it was hadn’t been good. A visible mutation had probably made being a mutant all the more difficult.
She listened to him tell what he had been up to. Henrietta grinned when he told her he lived there now. “So, you took my advice? That’s really awesome. I’m glad. Congratulations on the job too. I should try to get one.” She laughed and then tilted her head. “Do you like it here? Maybe, if you aren’t too nervous, I could introduce you to some of my other friends. I’m sure they’d like you and they’re all really cool.”
Henrietta blinked her blue eyes slowly as she watched Van scatter. Woooow. He must be just as scared of this situation as me. Well, maybe more so, considering I’m the one that came to him. One of her eyebrows raised. I guess this means he doesn’t want to make up or try again. Or apologize. She sighed and said quietly, “I guess he’s not sorry for hurting me.” The girl rubbed at her eyes, feeling like she was going to cry about Van all over again. This time she added loudly, “I shouldn’t have come out here.”
The brunette then turned her attention back to Chris. “Yeah.” Henri had a blank look on her face as she answered him a bit monotonously. After a second, she seemed to come back down to Earth. “Yeah, that was weird. I’m sorry for spacing out on you. I’m just confused and a bit hurt.” The fish-boy asked something to confirm their situation. “Well, if leaving would make you feel more comfortable, you can go. Otherwise, it would be great to try to catch up. Like I said, do whatever makes you feel better, okay?” A grin spread across her freckled face.
Henrietta found it nice that she had a roommate who would listen to her talk. It was so much easier telling someone she barely knew about what stupid thing she did. She knew her friends would still accept her and be there for her, but it just seemed like the opportunity hadn’t risen yet. Even though she did have really good friends, they still may find her foolish and naïve. Maybe the girl was a bit of both, but she didn’t want people to view her as such.
The brunette glanced at Amber and then gave her a small smile. “Thank you so much. You’re pretty wise.” Henri set her phone on the side table and ran a hand through her hair. “I suppose that if I amimportant to them, they would feel obligated to tell me something. I guess I’m just scared that I’ll find out that they don’t need me. That would just…” Henrietta paused and then looked down. “It would just suck.” I don’t need to know that someone else doesn’t want me or need me. Her eyes widened slightly at the realization. Maybe I just want to feel like I have family again. It’ll be better to find out now if I’m needed or not.
Looking back up at her new friend, she grinned. “I think I should just ask one of my trainers the next time I see them. What’s the worst thing that could come from a question right? It shouldn’t be too rough…” I hope.
Here she was again, standing outside the doors to the training area. The 17-year-old sported a red tank top, black shorts that came half way down her thighs, and red and white Nike tennis shoes. Her long, brown hair was up in a ponytail and her blue eyes shone in the light coming from the florescent lights that hung from the ceiling.
After taking a deep breath, Henrietta Braun opened the door to the training room and stepped inside. She squinted a moment as she took in her surroundings. The room was empty. Much more empty than she had ever seen. All that was inside was Mr. Stein, sitting on a red couch. It wasn’t a very pretty couch; in fact it looked old and dirty. The girl glanced around a little before turning her attention officially to her teacher. She was surprised to notice that there were no intimidating looking people. Well, no intimidating people besides Mr. Stein.
Henri’s shoes made a slight squeaking noise as she approached her instructor. It was very quiet and the brunette found herself cringe a little every time the sneakers made a noise. Once she was right in front of the couch, the girl smiled slightly and then perched next to him on the filthy piece of furniture. “Hello, Mr. Stein. It’s nice to see you again. You look like you’re doing pretty well.” Henrietta glanced out of the corner of her eye at the man. “So, what’s on the agenda today? Something exciting, I’m guessing.” She smirked.
Henrietta’s new roommate suggested finding out more information on the Kabal. The brunette nodded and kind of shrugged at the same time. “I guess so, but I’m not really sure who I should ask and if the person I did ask would be willing to go into detail about the organization.” Henri quirked her lips slightly to one side in thought. “I suppose I could ask Mr. Swartz. He’s the leader of the Kabal and he seems decently nice.” She made a ‘hmm’ noise. “Or maybe Lenna. She’s the one who introduced me and she was really cool.”
The girl wasn’t completely confident that asking questions would actually get her answers, but it couldn’t hurt. They couldn’t be angry that a young girl would want answers, could they? It seemed like a common enough occurrence. Young people always wanted to know things and wanted to know the truth. They had a need, a craving to find these things out. So..maybe they’d tell her. She may have jumped in blindly, but now she wanted to see where she was going.
Amber picked up on Henri’s weird phone grabbing. Of course she would, she had eyes and seemed like a smart girl. The brunette sighed and sat up more. “This group called the Kabal recruited me. They say they’re for peace. Not just for mutants, but humans too.” She set her phone on her bed stand next to her bed. “The thing is, I don’t know how much they’re telling me. There was the mention of some illegal things going on, but they say that they have to break some laws to make things better for everyone, everywhere. I can see that to a point, but they’ve given me this phone and are having me take self-defense lessons. I just don’t know how extreme they are and I’m afraid I’m getting into something bad.”
Henrietta looked at the girl, a confused look on her face. It was a questioning expression, like she was hoping for some sort of answer. Her blue eyes were wide and intense. She hadn’t had the chance to really tell anyone else about the Kabal. There was always something going on with her friends and her and Van had just recently reconciled. She wasn’t sure how to just bring something like this up in conversation, but since Amber had just came out and asked it, it was easier to talk about. Someone had helped her start this discussion, which just made it much, much simpler. Besides, she could just imagine Twyla’s reaction.
The 17-year-old sighed and then slouched back onto her bed. “I’m just confused and not sure what to do. I have a bad feeling, and none of my other,” she hinted at friend ship, “friends know yet. I’m sure they wouldn’t like me less or anything, but they’ll think I’m stupid for trusting something I barely know about.” Henri shook her head. “I am kind of being stupid, but I’d really like to be able to do something for people. I mean, I know there’s the X-Men, but I don’t feel like that’s where I should be.“ Quietly the girl added as she looked down, “I don’t know what or where I should be, besides a Mansion resident. That’s all that’s really good about my life. My friends.”
Henrietta Braun had been waiting for her cell phone from the Kabal to ring for quite some time. She wasn’t sure what they’d exactly have her do or what she should expect when a call did come in, but she hoped that whatever it was, she’d be ready for it.
And then it finally happened. The brunette’s cell phone began to play a cute ringtone that she had set for all calls. It sounded like tinkling bells. She had rushed over and picked it up, her grip tightened nervously. Little did she know that it would be Lenna, which was a pleasant surprise. The girl didn’t mind Mr. Stein, but something about him had seemed almost inhuman and that had made her a bit scared and she wasn’t sure that she had quite gotten the answer to the question he had asked her.
Here she was, back at Mondragon Labs’ Training Area. Henri sported a black and white tank top along with a pair of black sweatpants and tennis shoes. She had a bag draped over her shoulder. Inside was a change of clothes, an instant hot pack, a joint wrap, some band-aids, a yellow towel, and a water bottle. Since she had gotten beaten up pretty good with Mr. Stein, she had made sure to bring some stuff in case. That way, she wouldn’t have to wait to tend to her injuries and watch them swell up and bruise. Actually, the girl did have her left ankle wrapped already. It had been hurting and giving her trouble, so she figured it would be for the best.
The woman smiled at the mention of a housewarming party. She liked the idea of Twyla celebrating her new home in New York; especially because it had been something she was hoping for. Not having her best friend for years was like missing a piece of her insides. She didn’t seem to function quite the same and it was an uncomfortable feeling. Twyla was the first person in New York that she really clicked with and that genuinely seemed to care about her. At the time, Henrietta had felt like no one loved her or cared what she did or what happened to her. Twyla had been good for her.
Her best friend’s expression turned into a frown when she mentioned not seeing Van often. “Yeah, he’s been picking up the hours pretty heavily. He says he’s just trying to make it safe for Elle and I to be outside, but it would be nice if we could spend time together once and a while.” The brunette sipped at her coffee. “He’s a great dad and cop, but I’d like to have my husband once and a while, if that makes any sense.” She set the cup down on the familiar counter top and raised an eyebrow at the mention of Twyla helping watch the kids.
Letting out a sigh, the woman grinned and shook her head. “If you’re sure about this, I might just have to take you both up on your offer. It may have to be another day though. I’m not sure that he’s home now.” Henrietta beamed at Gawain’s comment on Murielle. The woman had worked hard to raise her daughter into a good person and to be polite. She believed that manners and kindness could get people very far and had tried to instill those things early in life. She was very proud of her little girl and was glad that other people enjoyed her as much as she did.
Gawain had been talking when he stopped to ask if they had heard anything. Henrietta narrowed her eyes, concentrating on hearing any sounds. Boom! Her blue eyes opened wide and she nodded. “I heard it. What it is, I’m not so sure about, but I did hear something loud. Hopefully it’s nothing too bad.” She sighed once more as she pictured the four children breaking something priceless and important. Quietly she whispered, “Please let them all be okay”, before walking toward the sound.
Amber explained to her about how she thought prices for powers worked. The girl nodded as she listened to her theory. She seemed pretty certain she was right. Henri wasn’t really sure, but it was an interesting concept and she was always willing to hear what others thought. There were so many different opinions on just one subject. It was odd how people could be so similar, but yet so different at the same time.
Henrietta relaxed her hand on her cell phone when she noticed Amber’s eyes on it. The memories of being jumped were hard to think about. The men had chased her and Chris for a while until they finally lost them by jumping in a bush. The two mutants had tried to be quiet and barely breathe at all. It was one of the scariest things that the 17-year-old had been through thus far. The other thing was the time the Mansion students and X-Men had fought the giant clay monster in Central Park. It had almost managed to smother both her and Twyla. She had only lived in New York for a month when it happened.
The dinosaur girl told Henri about the time she had been trapped without a way to communicate with people in the middle of a city. The brunette saw the girl smile, though it did seem a bit forced. Henrietta could see how that would be a bit scary, but returned a small smile just to show that she wasn’t pitying her. People didn’t like pity, though sometimes the teen did wish that people would show her some. Well, maybe not necessarily pity, but some sympathy. Yeah, sympathy was what she wanted.
Henrietta gave Amber a smile, to let her know that the nice thing she said made her feel a little better. The brunette did imagine that having a mutant family was probably a lot easier, or at least having a more understanding mom. Sure, her mother had taken good care of her up until before her mutation surfaced, but it would’ve been great if that had continued. The girl’s mom had worked two jobs, sometimes more. She was barely ever home, but Henri knew she was trying to make enough money for both of them to live off. Their relationship had been steadily going downhill, but it hit rock bottom when her hair started squirming.
The other girl said that every power had a price. Henrietta wondered what her price was. She had never really noticed that she had one, besides the fact that her hair would sometimes seemingly think for itself. The brunette knew deep down that her subconscious was the thing moving her hair, but sometimes it seemed like she didn’t have anything to do with it. Henri tilted her head and made a ‘hmm’ noise. “I’m not quite sure I’ve found the price I have to pay. I’m not even sure if I really have one or not. When I’m under stress or really emotional, my hair freaks out, but I don’t know if that’s a price.”
The 17-year-old’s grip on the cell phone given to her from the Kabal tightened as she remembered a specific instance. ”I was mugged one time and my hair attacked the guy who had grabbed me. It wrapped around his wrist and tightened, so on some level I must’ve wanted to do it. Though, I didn’t plan it out and I was surprised by what was happening at that time.” Henrietta smirked. “He did let go of me pretty quick though.”
Besides, I think Henri would make a cute Sally ragdoll from the Nightmare Before Christmas. Hehe 