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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Don't judge a book..(Open to those at Full Circle)
Posted by aaronhartley on Jul 17, 2011 19:53:08 GMT -6
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Intent is a tricky concept. For example, a person might set out to complete an action with the best intentions and end up doing something incredibly horrible. A person might intend to clean a house and end up spending all day on the internet looking at cats in various situations. A person might also intend to take a healthy, morning run and end up walking down the sidewalk casually looking in different stores rather than getting exercise. One such person, Aaron Hartley, was doing exactly that.
Walking down the sidewalk in New York City was always an interesting experience. This day, in particular, had yielded some interesting results. The current storefront Aaron was passing interested him in particular. Psychic shops were usually fun, but they were also usually run by hacks and fakes. This one looked semi-believable, not overly boastful. An unimposing sign stated "Medium Shop". Aaron noted the location for a possible future visit. There weren't any lights on at the moment, so they probably weren't open.
Aaron walked on for a bit when he discovered one of his few favorite things in the world: A book store. Since Aaron wasn't sweaty or anything (he hadn't been running for a while by this point.. It was hot out there!) he decided he'd take a look. The Full Circle book store looked interesting and, depending on the atmosphere, could be a place in which he'd spend a lot of time.
Upon opening the door, Aaron was met with something that immediately gave the shop a mark in the plus column: The aroma of coffee. Now, even though Aaron didn't drink coffee, he enjoyed the smell of coffee and it left Aaron with a rather pleasant feeling. It made for an enticing combination, the smell of new books and freshly brewed coffee. There was something incredible about it.
Then, there were the books. Aaron loved books. He was an avid reader and he had quite a bit of time to read in the past, working from home and all. There was an excess of time whilst computers ran automated programs, scans and utilities to occupy and Aaron frequently filled that time by delving into books.
Aaron strolled over to the books that were on display. He had a feeling this was going to be a place that he’d really be able to become accustomed.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 17, 2011 20:07:07 GMT -6
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Good intentions. They don't always bring about the right results. Take a good deed, for instance. Stopping a bad man from doing something horrible to a lady. That could lose you your job, depending on the situation. Take that same bad man, make him a drug dealer working with a murderer, then stumble through an elaborate murder mystery in a blur of hijinks no one really can recall. Get him sent to prison. What can it get you? Bad job references. A lack of popularity with the law firms of the city and the officers working for the police. There was a quote about good intentions. Something about the road to hell...
Aurum didn't sigh as he worked on a customer's cup of coffee. He had too much self-control for that. He merely frowned without passion and went through the motions with his back to them. As he turned around, he donned a brave smile and went through the motions.
He still hadn't found a law firm that would take him. Even though he'd passed the bar, and was an excellent catch, he kept getting thrown back. Plenty of hooks. Plenty of opportunities out there. But the dirty hookers didn't want him. They wanted bigger fish. Smaller-muscled, less-pretty fish.
Aurum told the customer how much he owed him, put the cash in the register, gave her the change, and closed the till. The customer stepped away from the counter.
What Aurum wouldn't give for a mocha at the moment. Life just was not fair.
Posted by aaronhartley on Jul 17, 2011 20:49:12 GMT -6
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Books, while being one of Aaron’s favorite things, came second to the true favorite thing in Aaron’s life: food. Aaron loved to eat. It was because of this habit that Aaron intended to run that day. It was purely a defensive maneuver, trying to stave off unwanted weight gain and the other perilous things that came with a semi-sedentary lifestyle that a computer technician would have. That desire, however, was quickly overridden by the rumbling that accompanied an empty stomach, something that Aaron currently possessed. Fortunately for Aaron, the coffee bar sold pastries and other coffee shop faire and it was mere feet away.
Aaron turned from the bookshelf and went to the section of the shop dedicated to the coffee bar. He stopped short of the counter to look at the available pastries. He then looked to the counter and saw the man behind the counter. Something about the man’s demeanor betrayed the fact that he didn’t necessarily belong behind the counter in a coffee shop. He seemed a bit more refined and a bit above the job and from the forced smile he put on his face, Aaron felt that he was right on in this assessment.
Having made his selection, Aaron stepped up to the counter when it was his turn. He smiled to the man behind the counter and placed his order for the pastry. “Man, it’s hot out there today..” he said, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 17, 2011 21:42:07 GMT -6
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Conversation. Not quite what he wanted while on the job at the moment. Still, he was not one to be rude without reason. At least, not to customers.
Like a great artisan, he applied plaster to the weak smile on his face. "Yeah." He managed. Like a not-so-great artisan, the plaster started to crack. "It's a good thing the book store has AC."
He ducked behind the counter just in time to hide the chipping away of the look. With a piece of wax paper, the wannabe lawyer snagged the ordered doughnut from the display. He slipped it into a bag, then slid it across the counter to the customer.
Aurum announced the price with yet another hastily-applied smile.
Secretly, Maya was happy to have Aurum still at the store. She wanted him to succeed with all her heart, but that same heart would be afraid to loose a friend. Aurum had been with her since, well, almost the beginning. He had started as a slightly younger, slightly less world weary man, but he was still the same guy who had invited her to his birthdays, who introduced her to his younger sister and who attracted more than a few googly-eyed girls as repeat customers. Jude had been a bit sore on that point.
Jude. She wibbled at her desk. No. This wasn't the time to feel guilty about letting the twelve year old run away. Her eyes had been red rimmed for days already. She had work to do.
Like stocking. Being so close to Central Park meant that they got their fair share of wandering tourists. Having had 2 seconds of mutant-related fame didn't hurt much either. That meant the two sections with the highest turnover rate were the New York guides and the simplified sound byte science books on mutants, mutant theory and the politics of mutation.
Some of the mutant books were interesting, obviously written for a human audience, but still interesting. With so many mutants in such close quarters in New York, it was easy to forget that they were still the minority.
And Maya was being good. She worked the heavy boxes onto the dolly before rolling them out onto the floor. See? No heavy lifting meant no dropping books everywhere. Of course, the weight was still a factor and books were notorious for weighing a ton so when Maya tipped the dolly back too far to edge neatly around a man who was chatting with Aurum, the clipboard clattered off the top of the stack of boxes when the dolly fell backwards through her fingers and landed squarely on her toes.
She yelped and did the most natural thing: she jumped backwards into the wayward bystander. Poor guy had only just gotten his coffee too.
Posted by aaronhartley on Jul 18, 2011 20:03:22 GMT -6
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The man behind the counter seemed so dissatisfied that normal conversation wasn’t very appealing to him. Aaron understood the sentiment. He used to have an interesting job and, thinking about his experience with the job he had now, he understood the pain of the man behind the counter. Of course Aaron didn’t know the man’s story, so he didn’t have any idea how the man was truly feeling, but that’s what Aaron felt like, so he would have to go with it.
Aaron pushed the money across the counter and put a bit extra in the tip jar. He then was startled by a loud noise behind him and a loud yelp shortly followed by a splash of some sort of liquid hitting the ground. The liquid was hot, too. He jumped and felt a familiar tingle in his hand. The doughnut he had just purchased became an incredibly tasty projectile aimed at the man behind the counter.
That wasn’t good. Aaron glanced over his shoulder at the source of the noise and the burning sensation on his legs to discover that, evidently, a woman pushing a dolly full of books had gone awry crossing behind him. He thought he caught a glimpse of a semi-transparent hand. In New York, anything was possible, what with the growing collection of mutants. With 8 million people in the city itself, the probability was great that the X-gene would be expressed frequently. He had done his research on mutation when things had begun flying suddenly from his hands and, in some extreme situations, exploding during and shortly after. There was nothing better than a computer nerd finding out that he was the superhero he’d read about in comics for all those years.
Aaron turned around and asked the woman “Are you okay?” as he stooped to help the woman pick up the books.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 20, 2011 14:38:16 GMT -6
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Splash. SPLAT!
Aurum managed to duck the doughnut before it ruined his apron. Thank goodness for quick reaction times.
It had all happened so fast. Ghost, in the background. Ghost dropping her clipboard. Chaos ensuing. All he'd managed to notice in all of the trouble was that some people had gotten hurt and he'd avoided a pastry.
Aurum glanced at the mess on the wall behind him, frowning. Then, he turned his attention back to the people. "Everyone alright?" He asked.
Behind the counter, he couldn't quite see the extent of any foot-crushing injuries.
Toes. Oh toes. Oh goodness her toes hurt. Ghost kicked her shoes off and just barely kept herself from sitting down and crying like a baby.
The boxes of books had crashed down to the ground and proceeded to cascade out in a lovely fan shape. As horrible as it was to think, she felt fortunate that the coffee seemed to have spilled on a person rather than the merchandise. Ghost dropped to her knees and tried to stem the slow flow of books from the box. One of those who had fallen victim to her bumping went to do the same with the other box. "I... I'm so sorry."
Aurum's paper towels were passed forward to the rather put out individual who had been standing in just the right place and at the right time to get coffee'd. How there was a pastry splattered on the wall behind Aurum, Ghost had no idea.
Once her toes were out of her shoes, they felt a lot better. They always did. It was amazing she hadn't broken them with all the things she had dropped on them lately. Dr. Ingram's weight tests were strict and timed and there was a lot happening in her life that kept her stress level high. One by one she stacked the books back into the box with a frenetic pace. Mutants and Society mixed with A Mutant's Eye View of the Big Apple and various maps and journals that featured New York.
Posted by aaronhartley on Jul 25, 2011 23:39:31 GMT -6
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As Aaron scooped up books, he noticed the woman had removed her shoes. Her toes were not extended in odd directions or anything, so they looked to be okay. That was good. Broken toes were never good news. The coffee that had splashed on the back of his legs was really more of an annoyance, but he didn’t even really get the brunt of that. His had closed around a copy of a book titled A Mutant's Eye View of the Big Apple. It looked interesting at a glance, so he set it off behind himself, out of the way of the coffee. He attempted to help the woman push the rest of the books back into the box to save them from the tide of staining, brown liquid.
“Sorry about the pastry on the wall…” He said, blushing a bit. It was a knee jerk reaction to the noise and chaos from behind him, but it still needed explaining. “It kinda happens sometimes when I’m startled… I’m just glad it didn’t explode…” He said, ashamed of the mess spread everywhere. “I’ll help clean it up..” he said, glancing to the man behind the counter apologetically. This was turning out to be one heck of a day.
Posted by gregorio on Jul 26, 2011 23:05:11 GMT -6
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Gregorio was grumbling to himself, as he seemed to do entirely too often when Vladmir was involved, and looked around for something resembling a decent coffee shop. What he really wanted to do was take a swig or two of the crappy vodka in his inside pocket, but since he had a job in two hours Vladmir had expressly said that no alcohol was allowed. Hell, I don't even know if I can get drunk! Gregorio thought to himself as he slowly walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the frightened looks of people who scurried out of his way. And even if I can, I probably can hold my alcohol better than Vladmir can! He hasn't even touched vodka in years, from what I can tell. Gregorio just shook his head in disgust and then shrugged. Despite his constant grouching Gregorio was honestly a happy person, no matter how much he tried to convince everyone (including himself) otherwise.
Gregorio was heading to the job, even though it was a few hours away and was dressed accordingly. That meant he was wearing dark baggy pants that hid the bulk of his legs but implied they were bigger than they were, no shirt to show off his chiseled physique, and a long dark green trenchcoat with many pockets, both on the inside and outside. The pockets had a lot of interesting things in them, and one even held three grenades. Vladmir had given them to Gregorio, 'just in case'. He always liked to scout the area around before a trade went down, and he had nothing else to do but sit in the bar and not drink. No thanks. But he still had a dry tongue and the only acceptable substitute to vodka that Gregorio had found was good, bitter, dark coffee. While he was by no means a con-issuer, he was starting to be able to tell the difference between hand-roasted and mechanized coffee. As with vodka, as Gregorio drank more, he wished to know more. Aha! he thought triumphantly, spotting a coffee shop/bookstore across the street, that should do nicely.
Gregorio walked into the store through a nice big revolving door, and took a moment to orient himself before he continued. There were bookshelves all over the place, but they seemed to be well organized. There was also a counter that seemed to be selling pastries and coffee, and Gregorio made a bee-line for the counter. Not even looking at the guy at the counter, Gregorio said gruffly "Hey I'll have just a regular coffee, black please." Gregorio paid, and turned around to drink it. He moved aside when he saw a guy in line behind him, and watched impassively while that guy bought a pastry of some sort, when a woman pushing a cart moved in front of him. He shrugged and waited for her to pass, putting his cup to his face and being very careful to not let the coffee touch his skin. It wouldn't do to have his face melting all over the nice floor, now would it?
That was when he heard a thud in front of him, and felt something bump into his arm hard, sending his coffee askew. Gregorio frantically tried to dodge the falling brew, sending his arms out wide and spraying some guy with a pastry, but to no avail. The coffee connected solidly with his body, splattering itself onto his stomach but luckily avoiding his clothes. Gregorio cursed, loudly, in three languages and then said in english "Can someone PLEASE get me some freaking paper towels before my skin melts off!" He turned to glare at the woman who had bumped him.
What a mess. Customers, in pain. Burned, bumped. Ghost, with a stubbed toe. Stubbed might have equaled crushed. He didn't know yet. As the news came in, new story details appeared. In the resulting intake of information, all Aurum could do was be helpful.
Aurum passed on the paper towels. He heard the word 'explode'. Then, he noticed the big guy he'd served just moments before.
When Aurum had first served the gruff customer, he'd been going through the motions. He hadn't had the heart to notice anything about that man that set him apart.
The man was big, bulky, and wearing a trench coat. At one point in time, trench coats had been associated with classy things, like hardboiled detectives and cops. Nowadays, it was more likely to be associated with people up to no-good.
This guy yelled at Ghost. Yeah. No. It was not okay to yell at Ghost. She was far too nice of a person to deserve anything like that. Aurum swooped in.
From around the counter, he came, snagging the paper towels swiftly from Ghost's hand. "Excuse me, Sir. I'm terribly sorry about the coffee. If you could please try not to yell." Aurum was sure that would help everyone involved.
He held out the paper towels for the bulky man, best peace-making look on his face. Apologetic, sincere, and serious. He didn't want this to turn into the time a crazy guy off the street dodged his burning hot coffee and tried to break his Asian friend's arm.
Ghost looked at the man helping her with incredulity all over her face. Her lips even mouthed the word 'exploded' back to herself. Clearly, she had never been taught to keep her emotions to herself. It wasn't that she didn't believe him that the doughnut would have gone kaboom, it was that there was so often so much danger so close. The man looked nice. Like a regular guy who liked to read a good book or enjoy a nice chat. She couldn't imagine him blowing things up.
The shouting wiped the last of her shock off her face. Ghost had grown up a lot in her time here in New York. If she had been fresh off the plane, she might have teared up just from his tone. A couple internment camps and two years of rough experiences had thickened her skin considerably. She turned to... well, she didn't have a specific plan in mind, but she didn't have to. Aurum intervened.
Again, she was reminded of why she would hate to see Aurum go. Or any other long term employee for that matter. She knew the girl at the front desk had her finger on the dial, ready to call 911. They had all gone through some emergency response training. It seemed inevitable that a blatantly mutant and human friendly store would catch some heat no matter how hard Ghost believed that everyone would get along.
Aurum was a big boy. Not a mutant, but he did not yet need her help. Instead she did her best to finish piling up the books and stood before offering a hand to the helpful stranger. "Thanks, but... you don't have to clean it up. It's my fault, I'll do it. Can I get you a replacement?" She asked him with all the authority of someone who could give away free doughnuts. It was her store, after all.
Considering her lifting weight limit, she wouldn't really be able to help him to his feet, but the sentiment was there. She was going to wait for Aurum to help her pick up the dolly too. No need for anyone else to go falling in the wrong direction. Or melting. Or exploding. Really, all she wanted was to continue her day with none of those things happening.
