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.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 19, 2010 21:23:31 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Feb 13, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
The courtroom was stuffed like a Swiss army knife. No matter which way you turned, another sharp figure could be pointed out, each with their own pointed face. Friends of the deceased mixed with family mixed with jurors and friends of the accused. They peered and they noted, eying jurors, whispering comments to each other in their seats on a variety of topics, ranging from what the defense was wearing, all the way to the judge's hair.
The defense's aide was wearing a nice suit, it should be noted, made by one unicorn shifter for his birthday. It was medium gray with a subtle window pane pattern, notch lapel, side vents, and pleated pants. He looked good.
Lonnie, better, in a fancy Italian suit, navy blue, and expensive shoes. He was acting a lot calmer than Aurum felt. In the noise of the courtroom, it was hard going over the notes of the case.
His mentor had told him to get used to it. Big cases attracted the worst crowds. They were all in it for the show. Most didn't care about the outcome. It was the objections, the pressings, and the drama they desired. Like Nascar fan, looking for a crash.
The judge entered from the right, moving to his seat at the courtroom's head, and the court silenced noticeably. Lonnie tapped his notes once, perfunctorily, but didn't raise his eyes to look at him yet.
Aurum gulped. There was an audience of his very own in his stomach. It wasn't Nascar fans, however. It was far more fluttery than that. This was his very first actual courtroom case, after all, and he didn't know what they were going to do.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 21, 2010 11:21:28 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
924
0
Feb 13, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
In all the time between the start of the case, and the court date, Lonnie had kept important details to himself. He hadn't let Aurum know how they were going to prove Andrea Hart's innocence, hadn't let him know what he was doing or who he was talking to... he hadn't even let Aurum know what he'd had for lunch that day. Aurum had taken it upon himself to find out the important facts.
Tuna Fish.
The first thing he'd been curious about was the supposed motive for Miss Hart. The police had thought her some sort of jilted lover... she didn't seem the type to him to kill for that. Her apartment had burnt down, too. It had been on the news, and in the paper... the police had suspected foul play.
She didn't seem the type to kill, or have others out to kill her.
The facts he'd found about the case didn't add up.
The evidence they'd gotten her to court on seemed circumstantial.
Andrea was just an apprentice, a magician's assistant. She made her own tricks, and worked alongside the victim. She had plenty of screen time, and could have been a star in her own right. In comparison, the other apprentices may have gotten shortchanged.
According to her word, she didn't have an intimate relationship with the victim. There wasn't an apparent reason for murder, yet the fact it had gotten to court... made it seem like the prosecution would have something against her.
The facts as he knew them all played out disjointed in his head, like a bank of televisions, each tuned to a different channel.
The sets switched off as the judge called for opening statements. He looked to Lonnie, then the prosecutor.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jul 27, 2010 22:49:40 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
924
0
Feb 13, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
Aurum reached into his pocket, and let a folded brochure flop open in front of him. He split it down the middle, eying the contents as the prosecution got their opening statements together. Hazel eyes skimmed the brochure, darting over pictures taken from various shows on a tour. Tophats, doves, magic boxes, invisible wires... certain things were circled, or underlined.
He read the description. He'd found the brochure in Lonnie's trash can, in an envelope. The edge of it had peeked out from within, and piqued his interest. Lonnie must've been researching Andrea Hart and her magician. The brochure detailed their tour. Fascinating stuff.
Footsteps drew his attention back up from the circled saw box. They settled on the prosecution.
Thirty years, the prosecutor had been on this earth. In that time, he'd seen many things. Death, crime, betrayal... the hardness of all those years was reflected in his eyes. In the way he moved, in the way he spoke, everything about him was rigid, strict. Straight. As he stepped from behind the table, arms clasped behind his back, shoulders aligned perfectly, to turn towards the judge, Aurum folded the brochure in his hands, and slipped it into his breast pocket.
The judge eyed the prosecutor with eyes that had also seen a fair share in their lifewhile. Though not as straight-backed as a wooden chair, he had his own seriousness he brought to the courtroom. It was a firm seriousness. The type that told you 'I won't let you get away with silliness, Mr. Not while I'm in charge', but gave leeway for things like the occasional monoloque or one-liner many lawyers liked to partake in. It was a friendly, kind, concerned, seriousness that, for the most part, ran in direct opposition to the charming beard on his face. It was an adorable beard, really. There was nothing wrong with the beard, save for the fact that, while the prosecution spoke, or experts talked as experts talk, the judge had a habit... yes, a habit of stroking it. And like all habits, this often came off rather bad, for you see... the judge's beard... for all intents and purposes was comparable to the puff of fluff you see around the tail-end of a panda's bottom.
Some might call such things a tail. But that, my friends, would have been a whale of a tale. Mr. Panderman's beard was not a tail, for that would have made his face the butt of many a joke. No, it was simply a little poof of friendly beard, just there to say hello.
As the prosecution stepped up to the judge, Judge Panderman stroked this beard thoughtfully. "Mr. Brewster," he began with a smile. "Have you your opening statement?"
"I have," the prosecution stated, almost-defiantly. There was a triumphant fire in his eyes, like such a thing was often not his strong suit. The judge nodded, and smiled again. That seemed all the request Prosecutor Brewster needed to continue. So, he did.
"The prosecution argues that the defendant, Miss Andrea Hart, is guilty of conspiring to murder one Mr. Gabriel Lafleur. Through witness testimony and evidence, we shall prove to the court beyond shadow of reasonable doubt the events which transpired leading up to the world-renowned magician's untimely death."
"Very good," the judge replied. Though, obviously he referred to the prosecution's ability to drum up a statement, rather than the topic of choice. Dreadful things, murder. It was far more noteworthy that Mr. Brewster had organized his argument. It was a rare thing, these days. The judge shifted his attention towards Lonnie.
The lawyer pounced on the underlying thought, stating simply "The defense shall refute these claims."
Judge Panderman bobbed his head an affirmative. "Very well. The prosecution may begin."
Now, it was time to start the case. The straightness of Brewster's posture buckled noticably, like the effects of water warping wood. "The prosecution would like to call Mr. Adam Wertz to the stand."
The bailiff moved to get the witness. A few minutes later, the good-looking magician's apprentice from the study took the stand.
He was dressed in a tidy suit, commonplace. The confidence in his posture was even more run-of-the-mill. He gave his name and profession. The prosecution clasped his hands behind his back as he requested testimony.
"Tell us your relation to the victim and the accused," Mr. Brewster stated.
Mr. Wertz began, with Fabio-eque delivery. "I wass Mr. Lafleur's apprentice. I haff been training under him the past five months. Mr. Lafleur was a very very good man. I respected him greatly. Before me, I haff heard his assistant, Miss Hart, apprenticed." He brushed a lock of almond hair from his eyes, and swung an accusing look her way. "Miss Hart wass always jealouss of the time I spent with Mr. Lafleur. Almost as jealous as the time he spent with hiss wife."
"His wife?" The prosecution asked. "Please, tell us more."
Wertz held a finger by his brow knowingly. "I thought you would ask me that." The finger dropped to rest on the wood of the stand. As he spoke, it drummed slowly. "Andrea wass jealous. Mr. Lafleur spent time with hiss wife over her. Hiss wife thought something was up, and so... Lafleur spent less and less time with Andrea. I believe Miss Hart murdered Mr. Lafleur to get even."
"A jilted lover, then?" The prosecution asked.
"Yes." Adam Wertz nodded.
The prosecution stepped back, and looked to the defense. The judge spoke. "You may now cross-examine."
Lonnie smiled.
Aurum arched an eyebrow.
"This will be easy." Lonnie stood up, and approached the stand.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Sept 11, 2010 21:10:47 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
924
0
Feb 13, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
What followed next would stand out in Aurum's mind for a long while. Lonnie gave everyone a prime example of why you shouldn't make bold accusations with little to no evidence. He pulled out contradictions, and rubbed them in Brewster's face... discretely, of course.
As he chipped away at the case against his client, Aurum began to get an idea of just what Lonnie's game plan had been for that day. Lonnie had known what the prosecution would bring up. He'd known, and he'd prepared for it. There was a supreme lack of evidence. His client had an alibi. Unless they could prove she'd been the one to administer the poison, supposition wasn't good enough.
He blazed through witnesses. Wertz was dismissed quickly. The prosecution called up Andrea Hart. They questioned her. She gave them answers to where she'd been, what she'd been doing, and her relation to the victim. Lonnie cross-examined, overturning each road of logic the prosecution tried to pave.
Underlying all of Lonnie's actions was one thing he kept on getting at; It wasn't his client who'd done the deed. It was somebody else. When the victim's wife was called to the stand, everything became clear.
Aurum watched as Lonnie brought out evidence linking the wife to the murder of her husband and the attempt on Andrea Hart's life. Eye-witnesses saw the woman leaving Miss Hart's apartment. The woman's fingerprints were found on a bottle of poison in the victim's room. Other things, Lonnie brought up.
As Aurum watched, he was impressed, but also... it disturbed him. Was that how Lonnie operated? He shifted the blame? Rather than proving his client's innocence, he proved somebody else's guilt... it all added up, but... Aurum's eyes had fallen to the brochure in his hand, resting on the image of the cutting trick's chamber. It all seemed too cut and dry.
The trial had ended early, a verdict all-too-easily reached.
Aurum hadn't been satisfied at that time, but he'd let it go. Maybe he'd been reading too much into something? Maybe preexisting conclusions had dirtied his judgment?
Who knew?
It was all so mystifying. He'd had to shake his head and shrug it off. Lonnie was the devil himself. In the end that day, that's all he'd decided had been proven.
