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.
Rainy, with a hint of sunshine. No work to distract her, no one to pester... no new shiny roommate at home to tease or pull antennas. With a sigh, a long, overly dramatic sigh, Megan sank back into the park bench and glowered out from under her dark bangs at all of the people out and about enjoying themselves. Her phone was off, too many co workers had called her, too many old 'friends' had tried to get in touch today. Come to the club with us Megan! Come dancing! Not tonight, no no, not tonight. Her lips pursed, barren of lipstick, and she scowled. The park she had staked out and plopped herself in had been void of life only a few hours ago. Times passed, and mothers with kids in tow showed up- over took the grassy areas and the swing sets. Joggers multiplied from one to twenty, each one circling multiple times with their heads in the clouds before they jogged off into the city.
She sniffled, slinging one leg over the other, and turned her scattered attention to a group of children playing not to far from her in the grass. They were tossing a Frisbee back and forth, catching clumsily, throwing like they were blind folded. The twenty three year old scoffed, and wrinkled her nose distastefully. Her siblings had played many games with her when she had been younger. Megan was sure that had they not lived out in the middle of nowhere, they would have been able to join a soft ball team and they would have murdered all opposing teams. Of, that was the past... Things that were long buried, were best left that way. She snorted, and switched which leg was draped over the other, turning her eyes from the silly children and their Frisbee... until it bumped into her shin, that is.
"Hey lady, can you toss that back please?" She blinked, dropped her icy eyes to the ground where the orange plastic disc lay... and a small smile curved her lips. "Sure...hope you're ready kid..." She bent forward and scooped the Frisbee up, then pulled herself lazily to her feet. A snippet of time was spent pulling her dark T-shirt down, and pulling her jeans up, then she wrapped an arm around herself, Frisbee in her palm, tucked her shoulder down- and hurled the disk straight back at the kid who was standing closest to her. The orange blur caught him square in the mouth, and he was knocked back off his feet in surprise. Megan squashed a giggle, and raised her guilty hand in the air. "Oops... Sorry! Guess i don't know my own strength..." She watched the kids collect their friend up off the grass, before they retreated to a safer distance from her. She smirked, satisfied with herself, and re-slung a leg over the other as she crossed her arms again and slouched into her bench once more. Maybe the day wasn't going to be such a flop after all....
Now, an ambulance chaser would have jumped at the chance to sue there. They would have rushed to the kid's aid, deftly slipped a business card into their shirt pocket, and smiled the winning smile that led many a plaintiff to the stand. They would have done everything in their power to see that the injured party sought legal action against the accused. They defendant would be helpless against the onslaught of the ambulance chaser's legal might.
Aurum wasn't no ambulance chaser. He didn't do that. Plus, he was off the clock. The clock was way over there, and he was right here, walking away from it. He wanted nothing to do with that clock.
He'd taken a momentary lunch break from that clock. He had his sandwich, and that was enough.
He'd never cared for Lonnie's ambulance chasing ways, either. Or the man's destruction of other peoples characters in defense of his client. Most of Lonnie's ways, in fact, Aurum disliked.
And so, he ate his sandwich, and walked past her, paused, turned the slightest of looks her way, and stated. "You know, you're kind of a witch." He took a bite of his sandwich casually, and moved on with his life.
Aurum took a few steps away from the crazy woman, eating his Italian sub like nothing had happened.
Lazily, she dropped her head back against the seat and peeked out from under her bangs at the owner of the voice. Some guy... eating a sub. Considering she was the only witchy person in her vicinity, she figured he was probably talking to her..."You know, I get that a lot." She blinked, lifted her head back up, and glowered more at the park dwellers. "It's a dirty job, but someone gotta do it." With a yawn, she stretched her arms above her head, then tucked her hands behind the bench.
"I think I do a pretty good job at it too." She added in, maybe a bit too cheerfully. Her eyes remained forward, searching maybe, or contemplating, and she sighed softly. Parks were always too happy. Much to happy. Why did she even bother coming to places like this anymore? The image of the teen getting whacked in the face by his own Frisbee came to mind, and she had her answer. She came to places like this to kill the happy. Rain on peoples parades... Even if it was by simply being a grumpy bum hogging a park bench.
With a snort, she turned to look back at the man, his sub, and blinked. "You know, those things will go straight to your thighs."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Aug 12, 2010 12:57:35 GMT -6
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Darn. It looked like all ninja-comment-dropping-escape routines would fail today. Aurum glanced back at her as the woman spoke. Eventually, he shook his head with a laugh.
A dirty job someone had to do?
"Right. I guess the world might have a quota to fill? Okay."
She said she was good. "Grade A," He smiled sweetly, bantering along. She seemed like a nice witch, after all. No warts, no long noses and mossy green skin, just evil. She didn't seem like the type to need a house dropped on her just yet. They could talk.
And he could laugh at her. "My thighs? Hah, nice one. Running thin on material? No, I don't think they'll go to my thighs." Aurum smirked at her. "I work out."
She rolled her eyes backward, glancing at him, and blinked. "An A? Really?...Hm... First A I've ever gotten. Figures." It did figure, actually, seeing as being "witchy" was one of the only things she learned how to do in school... other than how to make scones in home ec. class. Mmm... scones. SO good, but SO bad for you.
"My thighs? Hah, nice one. Running thin on material? No, I don't think they'll go to my thighs...I work out."[/color]
"And I avoid junk food. If it doesn't go straight to your thighs, or your butt, it sticks itself to the inside of your arteries. Sure, that sandwich is good now, but wait five months, or a year, and then a flake of cholesterol will chip off in there and Bam!. Aneurysm. I had an Aunt go that way, you know."
Not really, but meh. Health advice was health advice. Even the big weight loss experts used scare tactics. Though... way she had even bothered to talk that much... she didn't know. A cross expression came to her features, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Sept 24, 2010 1:47:29 GMT -6
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Was she... trying to bond with him now, giving personal stories? "So, let me get this straight," Aurum began, eying her, then eying the sandwich. "You're actually worried about me. Not being mean. Just looking out for me?" His tone was disbelieving, but also impressed. "Maybe you aren't a grade-A witch after all."
Not that that changed anything. "The worry is nice. I still think I'll finish my sandwich. A one-time fling with carbs and fatty calories won't kill me the same way a long-term relationship would. I actually eat pretty healthy most of the time, when I'm not exercising." Or picking up girls? Flexing? No. He wasn't a meat head. He was just a flirt with an Italian sub.
Megan blinked. Then blinked again. "Woah, woah, woah.." She raised her hands in as if giving up, and scrunched her nose up at him. "Don't get me wrong here, I couldn't care less about your health. I just like to be right, and i like to inform people of how right i am."
She paused, blinking at him, and recrossed her arms over her chest. "Infact, other than me being right about how bad for you that sandwich is, it would actually be beneficial to me if you were to get fat from it. Because then i could run faster than you too."
She paused again, as if in thought, then continued. "You're welcome, though, for the advice."
Aurum smirked. Her nice side was showing. Behind all the 'mean witch' vibes and the 'angry woman wanting to be right' mentality, there was a genuine human being in there. One who didn't want to be seen as anything but a mean girl. Well, he could play along with miss 'wanna be mean'.
"Alright then, Miss Right. What would you suggest instead of an Italian sub? I am a cook, you know. I can make pretty much anything."
"Alright then, Miss Right. What would you suggest instead of an Italian sub? I am a cook, you know. I can make pretty much anything."
Megan's bottom lip protruded just a little. She would not pout.. Would not! Not even if she got the feeling she was being mocked in some way shape or form by a complete stranger while on one of her off days.
"Well, first of all I would suggest eating meat that doesn't come from a sub shop. God only knows what those slices of flesh went through before they reached your sandwich." Not to mention the bread, sauces and whatever they passed off as vegetables these days. "In my opinion, You should be eating a nice heaping plate full of steamed veggies, with... hmmm... gruyere cheese sprinkled on top." She paused a moment, then though of something else.
"And none of those average joe veggies either. You, my friend, need to be eating yams, Okra, parsnips, and Korabi. they make an Excellent salad if you chop them up in bite sized chunks." She nodded, sagely, and blinked. ...Why was she giving advice again? With a groan, she let her head fall back onto the bench with a thunk, and glared up at the sky. Maybe she needed someone to stomp on her toes real hard... yeah, that would get her good and angry again. Where was that blasted blathering Roach when you needed him!?
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 14, 2010 10:35:20 GMT -6
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"Hmm, yes. That does sound good, doesn't it?" Aurum humored her, holding his chin. He'd folded the sandwich back into its wrapper now, and set it safely in its bag, dangling from his free hand by his hip. "Personally, I'd go for a feta salad with parsley, garlic, sliced almonds, mixed greens, and an avocado. The sauce for that is really good. White wine vinegar and Dijon mustard. Or maybe, Mandarin Spinach? With caramelized walnut? Or maybe a grilled salmon salad, with spinach, tomato, green onion, pineapple, cheddar cheese, and raspberry vinaigrette? Or, maybe!" He stopped himself before he dazzled her with yet another salad recipe... though grilled salmon with grapefruit did sound good. 1/2 a vanilla bean, lemon juice, ruby red grapefruits, honey, baby arugula, and salmon fillets. Actually, what the hell. He commented on that too. "Those sound good?" He asked her, smiling smugly to himself. "Heck, if only I had the time during my lunch break to make something like that. The world would be a better place."
He really was a cook. So much for her on the spot showing off of her food knowledge. So much for that game. She admitted defeat in her usual way, by curling a lip and slouching into her folded arms a little. "Yes, well, all of that does sound nice, for a four star restaurant. I prefer my food much more simple however."
That's right, she didn't need any of that flair and elegant taste in her cooking, just the bare essentials. Its how she maintained her figure, seeing as running was reserved for escapes and mocking people. "... And I suppose if you are on your lunch break a sub wont kill you every now and then..." Megan blinked, yet again. What was she, this guys personal trainer? Why was she still talking to him?!
'shutupshutupshutupshutupshutp!'
Her upper lip curled slightly, and she felt her children wriggle about in her hair. Her annoyance with herself was getting to them. To further her annoyance and discomfort even more, her stomach chose that exact minute to grumble hungrily at the guys description of a well thought-out salad. One bright blue eye twitched ever so slightly, and she refused to react to it happening. She would not give him the satisfaction of his recipe making her hungry.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 14, 2010 18:37:50 GMT -6
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>>"Yes, well, all of that does sound nice, for a four star restaurant. I prefer my food much more simple however."
Excuses, excuses. He'd won. He'd staggered her with his recipes. She was playing it off like she really didn't care, like she preferred simpler things. And apparently, now the occasional submarine sandwich wasn't a killer. He picked up on the discomfort.
'Don't hurt yourself,' he wanted to say. "Hungry?" He actually said.
She twitched again, and let her eyes slide his way. Not amused was she. Being the target of a wise guy had not been on her agenda today, then again, she had wanted to get up and ride the train into town, where she could heckle people without worrying about them following her home. Since that didn't pan out, here she was. Annoying sub guy and all his smug glory. She should be in his shoes right now... not how things were currently playing out.
Then again, he seemed smarter than her- so in all honesty she would have simply gone off to find an easier person to pick on. With her sideways glare still pointed on him, she snorted and grumbled, "Not for your food i'm not." Infact, she'd eat one of Roaches cast away bodies- plain, with no sauces or spices- before she would even think of admitting such a thing.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 14, 2010 19:03:22 GMT -6
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"Right, okay." Aurum smiled. Obviously, she meant the opposite of what she said. His food couldn't possibly sound terrible. It was just one of those unwritten laws of the universe. He had just enough pride to state that as irrefutable fact, and just enough ego to press her on it. "Well, if not my food, then whose? I know a good cafe nearby. I could treat you."
He had a bit more time on his lunch break. He could handle a longer meal. The cafe was outdoors, so surely they wouldn't mind him bringing outside food. He could sit down and finish his sub. And her? She wouldn't be hungry. Perfect plan.
Who said he wasn't a gentleman again? Probably nobody, that's who.
"Well, if not my food, then whose? I know a good cafe nearby. I could treat you."
Her eyebrows twisted, face adopted an angry, 'I'm about to lay into you' expression... but then her stomach roared again and the hot air fueling her angry dissipated. How long had it been since someone offered to buy her lunch?
well, not that long... but she was never one to refuse. Free was free, no downsides! She sighed and let her angry face slip away. If her day was going to be a flop, she might as well stop fighting it and just float along~ with it.
"... Sure." She tucked her hands into her hoodie's pockets and stood from the bench. "What place did you have in mind?" The forced malice dropped from her voice, she relaxed, and her children stopped wriggling about. Good thing too, seeing as they had begun to make her scalp itchy.
