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.
Accounting is the measurement and disclosure of an entity's financial information. In order for such disclosures to be of any use they must be relevant, accurate, consistent and timely. Should any one of these basic elements be significantly lacking in a set of financials they would cease to be useful and instead be nothing more than financial data.
For those who are unaware, the difference between information and data is that the former has been refined to the point where it can be used to assist in making a decision while the latter is generally nothing more than a collection of records until one begins to analyze it.
Accounting is required for many reasons but perhaps the most pertinent one is the fact that is required by law in most countries around the globe. This is not because those in governance enjoy subjecting others to constantly evolving bureaucratic regulations, though doubtlessly there will be those who would argue such point, rather such record keeping is necessary for any government to accurately extract the maximum taxation possible from its citizens and businesses with anything other than a flat tax.
Financial statements are also essential to the continual working of a capitalist economic model for they allow ordinary, intelligent individuals to gain a basic understanding of an entities fiscal position and thus decide whether or not they wish to invest a portion of their own wealth in such an enterprise, whether it be an person, company or other financial institution. In short accounting was the backbone of the modern business world and without it the global economy would degrade rapidly.
It is a classic example of the axiom 'Information is power.'
Zephyr knew all of this, indeed much of his early life had been spent learning not only how to properly utilize such financial information but also how it could be distilled from the base conglomeration of data. Admittedly there were times when his studies had become somewhat dull but the knowledge had ultimately proven itself worthwhile once the elemental had begun earning significant amounts of morally dubious income and was required to make pertinent investment decisions in order to keep such gains out of sight.
Yes the knowledge was undoubtedly valuable and, by all accounts, had save the mercenary a pretty penny by allowing him to avoid the middle men who typically provided laundering services yet, despite this Zephyr found himself silently as he once more attempted to discern the obscure scratching Ghost had made in the plain paper ledger before dropping it back onto the frosted glass desk before him.
Who, in this day and age, used hand written records anymore? The practice was archaic, barbaric even when one took into consideration the deplorable state of the sylph's handwriting. Still, the ingénue had come through with her promise and taught him how to assume an ethereal form and so Zephyr had lost his previous excuse for reneging on his end of the bargaining, a point the waif never hesitated to remind him of whenever she stopped by.
That particular train of thought caused the hessian to pause as he stared blankly at the laptop he'd brought with him. The first week after the initial ghosting lesson the sylph had somehow realized that the hessian held no intention of actually doing her taxes and so the girl had started dropping notes at some point during the day reminding the mercenary of his obligation; firstly under his door and then, a week later, in his shoes. These had, of course, been summarily ignored with the exception of a brief conversation over the phone to admonish the girl for intruding on his home while he had been away.
That had been a mistake.
The day immediately following the aforementioned conversation Zephyr had been woken up at the ungodly hour of 6:30am by the sound of someone rapping their fist against his front door. Having only gone to sleep three hours earlier the hessian's frame of mind had been anything but benevolent as he'd stalked wearily from his bedroom, answered the door and paused upon spotting Ghost. The sylph had taken one look at his tumultuous expression and bedraggled state, smiled brightly and shoved both a coffee and bagel into his hands before telling him she expected to see him at the store in an hour.
At least, that's what she'd tried to say, the door had slammed in her face half way through.
Events continued in a similar manner for almost two weeks with Ghost becoming increasingly bolder and inventive as she sought new ways to disturb his sleep. The one saving grace about the situation had been that the gamine refused to enter his bedroom, and so with time Zephyr eventually acclimatized to her interruptions and was able to sleep through whatever stunt she chose to pull on a given morning.
Then she'd stolen his keys, wallet, laptop and shoes.
It had been rather clear that the aforementioned items had been appropriated and not lost, mislaid or otherwise displaced by the mercenary's own actions because Ghost had left him a note with the same initial instructions along with a photo displaying all three objects piled on a chair and enfettered with tape in what was supposedly meant to be a comical parody of a hostage letter.
Zephyr had not been amused.
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Sighing in an irritated manner Zephyr pulled his laptop closer and propped the ledger open to the proper page as he compared the written records he'd spent last few hours transcribing into a more practical digital form even as a small voice in his mind continued to grumble silently. This hadn't been tax work, it had been nothing nothing more than data entry, something Ghost should have had prepared long before she'd begun pestering him. Indeed the British elemental had been rather tempted to simply walk out and leave his counterpart a note of his own telling her to get her records in order before she bothered him again, yet now that he had finished there was really little point in such action.
Leaning back against the somewhat antediluvian office chair the taciturn mercenary withdrew a plain medicinal bottle from his jacket and swallowed a pair of alabaster pills with a practiced air before shutting his eyes and breathing deeply as he waited for the synthetic opiate to take effect.
A indeterminate number of minutes later the British elementals eyes opened and his azure gaze flickered around the sparsely decorated office searching for a form of distraction. He had already sifted through the contents of the desk drawers and found nothing of interest beyond a handful of photo's depicting people the mercenary mostly failed to recognize. There had been a checkbook in a locked draw and a hidden floor safe behind the desk whose mechanisms had provided an idle natured amusement for the dissolute hessian as he'd used his spatial sense to discern the combination of the latter and an appropriately adjusted paperclip to manipulate the tumblers of the former.
An additional moments consideration led Zephyr to the conclusion that it was time for a change of scenery and so, with little preamble, the hazel haired condottiere rose from his seat and exited the office into the shop proper. It was time to see what Full Circle had to offer by way of provisions.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 22, 2010 15:26:17 GMT -6
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Team Leader of the X-Men
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Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
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Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
It was an average day in the Full Circle bookstore, Kealey thought as she looked around at the various other patrons. Aurum was behind the coffee bar, working his way through the long line that had formed since the shop had opened. Kealey had been there when they unlocked the doors that morning.
She’d been spending much more time at the Mansion lately, but sometimes the quiet chaos of the bookstore drew Kealey. The chaos at the Mansion was different, somehow more chaotic. It was probably the teenagers. At the Full Circle there was always a certain intellectual quality to the chaos. Sometimes it was inspiring.
It was summer, but Kealey still sketched on a Daily basis, trying to keep the activity fresh in her mind so that when the next semester of school rolled around it wasn’t difficult to remember what she was doing. So far this morning she’d sketched pictures of Aurum behind the coffee bar, “helping” a young woman who had ordered a mocha, a older gentleman in a tweed suit jacket reading the newspaper, and a young mother with her baby in a stroller. The sketches were decent, but rough, and Kealey was hoping to develop more detail in her work.
A well of irritation and restlessness appeared and Kealey’s head jerked up slightly. Those were not feelings one usually felt inside the privately owned book store. The people who came here were looking for solace and relaxation. The man was lanky without appearing to be incredibly tall and Kealey tilted her head as he emerged from the office. Was this some new business partner at the Full Circle? Someone training to work there?
Kealey was curious. She started a sketch as he moved further into the shop and quickly she had the basic shape and style of him, soon the blond was engrossed in her drawing, bent over the table as she worked. It never occurred to her that the observed could become the observer.
The establishment dubiously granted titled 'Full Circle' was, Zephyr could see, quite clearly afflicted with the symptoms associated with poor quality management. The cafe area was overly crowded, which fixed a point in the shops favour, however only a single register had been opened to deal with the large influx of lunch hour customers and thus the queue became progressively longer as the seconds ticked by and the bearded cashier paused to chat with every pretty face until, yes, those at the end of the line exhausted their patience and began to disperse and exit the premises; taking with them their custom.
Shaking his head the hessian glanced around the shops interior, hoping to catch sight of the snow proprietress and share his observations with her, however Ghost was nowhere in sight. This both pleased and annoyed and mercenary; the former because it meant he could avoid the waif's self satisfied expression at finally having her way, and the latter because the sylph's absence meant there was little he could do expedite the acquisition of his own lunch without leaving the store.
Though now that he considered it the idea wasn't necessarily without merit.
Leaning against the wall just outside the office door the elemental silently weighed the pro's and cons of leaving; he could lock office easily enough even without the key and so he doubted anyone else would purloin his belongings while he was away. He knew a number establishments throughout the city who were not only better staffed than full circle but also offered better food at cheaper prices. In all honesty the only drawback in leaving Full Circle was that it would take him slightly longer to finish filing the taxes because he would have to walk back from wherever he went to.
With his decision made Zephyr pushed away from his resting place and began to make his way out of the store and into the street beyond. Unfortunately this was not quite so simple an act as it might sound for the shop was littered with self absorbed individuals each intend on arriving at their destinations regardless of what anyone else wanted.
Fortuitously though the reticent elemental was well versed on New York transportation conduct, and though he habitually declined to make use of the churlish curses and gestures that was the standard tool of everyday residents, the hessian had found himself quite deft at adopting a manner which, while not exactly intimidating, was quite effective in conveying the sense that his attention was not particularly desirable at this point in time and thus it would be a rather good idea to get out of the way as soon as was practically possible.
It was a rare skill and usually one which was usually only developed by those working in the more stressful areas of education. They're generally quite easy to recognize as they are able to silence a room of boisterous adolescence at a glance. For himself though Zephyr preferred to believe that his version was rather more efficient as it was normally accompanied by a firm but subtle shove of air which ensured remained clear of all but the most hefty of individuals.
As with every form of power however abuse is all too easily achieved and as the elemental passed through the midway point of the shop one of his inconspicuously crafted gusts hit at a passing character at an inopportune time causing them to spill their steaming beverage directly atop a blonde haired gamine holding a sketchpad.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 22, 2010 20:48:28 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men
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Straight
Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
1,652
4
Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
Irritation, shock, regret, anger, then pain. Hot pain. Her pain. Kealey had almost been so caught up in the other peoples’ emotions that she missed her own pain. As it was, the second the burning liquid came to her attention, she leapt from her chair, oblivious to the dark stain spreading across her sketch pad and trying purposelessly to scrub the hurt away.
Rounding a little furiously in the direction the coffee had to have come from, Kealey found herself staring at a man who was in turn looking furiously at the irritated man who had walked through the shop. The one who Kealey had been sketching. The man’s anger grew, and as a literally infuriating result, so did Kealey’s.
Still rubbing her arm, wincing slightly at the burning that now extended part of the way down her arm, Kealey’s blue eyes narrowed as the man stared to walk away without as much as an apology. For a moment, Kealey considered sitting down and simmering. She even looked down at the table, ready to move her chair. Then she saw the sketchbook.
The spilled coffee hadn’t simply stained Kealey’s shirt and burned her arm. Deep brown liquid was soaking he sketchbook, and Kealey reached out in slight horror, lifting the papers and watching the coffee drip into the growing puddle on the table. That was the last straw. The already simmering anger boiled over and the blond made her way towards the man who’d spilled his coffee on her arm and book. The man was already yelling. Loudly, apparently he thought he’d been pushed by the object of Kealey’s last sketch.
”Just what do you think you’re doing, running off like that without so much as an apology?! “ she exclaimed, her accent thick with her anger before rounding on the other stranger. The man wasn‘t angry…he was simply irritated and completely indifferent towards the yelling individual, ”And you! Shoving past someone like that without a care of what might happen. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
There were, by and large, Zephyr decided a great deal of ignorant people is existence, this is not the same as uneducated which implies a lack of a chance to learn, no ignorance is one when chooses not to learn, or dismisses facts simply because they are inconvenient. Notable ignorant individuals include most politicians, law makers and New Yorkers; specifically the one currently attempting to impede the mercenary's progress out of Full Circle.
The man wasn't particularly large Zephyr reflected as he stared the offending individual down just a scant few paces from the stores entrance, but he still likely had at least 50lbs on the condottiere's own meager weight. Really the hessian failed to see what the issue was; the man had been one of those blocking his path and so the elemental had 'nudged' him, the fact that the man possessed no type of grace or balance whatsoever and spilled his libation over an oblivious blonde was hardly the mercenary's fault. Yet the irrational customer held onto the illusion that Zephyr had physically shoved him aside and was therefore the one at fault.
This was not true.
Zephyr very rarely resorted to any kind of physical activity beyond walking, there were multiple reasons for this; the nature of his mutation, lack of ability to develop muscle mass, and a quiet by definite dislike for all sports which required physical exertion. In any case though the air elemental knew he had been at least a foot away from his verbal assailant when the man had been... nudged, ever so slightly and lost his balance.
Giving the equivalent of a mental sigh Zephyr maintained his stoic expression as he waited for the clumsy customer to run out of steam and listen to reason. Frankly the elemental was surprised the man was being so stubborn about the issue, really it was almost laughable to think someone of the hessians slender build could exert enough impetus to shift anyone besides a child, yet here was someone determined to argue such a point.
”Just what do you think you’re doing, running off like that without so much as an apology?! "[/color]
Zephyr's gaze flickered and his brows rose marginally along with his overall interest in the minor incident he now found himself in. It appeared that the blonde who'd been on the receiving end of the spilt drink had something of a temper and had chosen to put it to quite convenient use by upbraiding the truly guilty party. A fleeting sense of satisfaction flickered across the mercenary's features as he spared a look to watch the man stammer apologies before slowly turning and slipping back towards the bookstores exit.
"And you! Shoving past someone like that without a care of what might happen. You should be ashamed of yourself!”[/color]
The elemental paused, which was in itself a mistake, had he simply kept going and left Full circle the woman likely would have abandoned issue, however he was still experiencing more than faint traces of irritation over his predicament with Ghost and the besotted blonde had all but painted a target, if not on her face, then at least her coffee stained shoulder.
Shifting his azure gaze to glance down at the acrimonious woman in front of him the mercenary tilted his head a fraction of a degree as he considered his reply, he was still in a rather public area and thus it would be wise to maintain a civil facade if nothing else, and for some reason he felt Ghost would attempt lecture him if news of this little incident shed him in a negative light.
"I didn't touch him, he merely lost his balance."
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 24, 2010 17:15:28 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men
[color=deeppink]
Straight
Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
1,652
4
Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
Now the man was apologetic. It doused Kealey’s anger like a bucket of cold water and she scowled slightly. Emotional shifts like that had a tendency to throw her for a real loop. The satisfaction from the other man, the one who’d shouldered his way through the shop, was enough to set it to simmering again.
She scolded him for his rude behavior and the lanky stranger turned to regard her. His eye were very blue and Kealey found herself meeting him stare for stare. His emotions were more than interesting and provoking. He was….restrained….but irritated, and Kealey’s eyes narrowed as she stared at him, trying to detect some glimmer of dishonesty in his emotions. It wasn’t there, but Kealy just had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right.
Plopping her fists on her hips, she turned to look at the man who’d spilled his coffee, ”Thank you for your apology, as belated as it was.” she said simply, using her powers in a way that helped everyone involved in the situation. Any traces of anger or animosity were gone and the man shuffled away, presumably to get another cup of coffee.
That finished, the blond turned back to the lanky stranger and crossed her arms.
”There’s something fishy about the way you feel. You might not have pushed that man, but you did something.”
Zephyr fought the urge to roll his eyes as the pertinacious blonde planted her fists on her hips and tilted her entire figure, slipping into what the mercenary privately termed the spoiled princess routine; it was a rather tedious mixture of indignation, hubris and puerility. The only thing noteworthy about this particular instance was that the woman employing it was likely older than the hessian himself which, in certain circumstances, could have made the scene somewhat entertaining. As it was though the elemental simply found the display marginally irritating as the effort to remain civil raised a notch.
"There’s something fishy about the way you feel. You might not have pushed that man, but you did something.”[/color]
This time the mercenary rolled his eyes freely as he regarded the Irish woman with an expression which had much to say about the average intelligence of native New York denizens. It was doubtful the shrew could have been any more vague in her pointless accusation, no matter how correct it was. Zephyr had no intention to admitting to any malfeasance and given the nature of his powers there was no means by which the woman could vindicate her suspicions provided he himself acted rationally. Indeed should she try to insist upon her claim the ingénue would look like nothing more than a petulant child.
"...something? How astute." The question echoed with a clear cadence of condescension and sarcasm as he stared down at the mistrustful blonde. "Do you have any other jewel's of insight to offer? The fact that I have two feet perhaps?"
Sighing wearily Zephyr cut himself before he gained any momentum, his cordial visage had long since soured as a slight frown tugged at the corners of his lips. He was wasting time, there was nothing to be gained from engaging the girl in petty palaver, in all likelihood it would end up as nothing more than verbal bullying if woman's aimless accusation were any mark of her overall wit.
"I don't have time for this." The hessian muttered wearily as he pivoted away from the latest source of annoyance in his life and once more headed towards Full Circles exit.