Individual Character's full name: Aurum Alexander Mellitus
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: The Lawyer
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Birthday: May 5, 1985
Nationality/ Ethnicity: His mother’s Italian. His father is British Canadian.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: New York, New York
Appearance
Aurum MellitusHair color and style: Dirty blond, kept short and professional. If unshaven, his beard’s a darker ‘brown’.
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6’2”
Build: Athletic. He runs and lifts weights.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None.
Other features: He looks darn good in a suit.
Everyday clothing style: Aurum dresses for the occasion. If he’s working at Full Circle, he wears white work shirts and black jeans. If he’s off the clock, he dresses more casual, in designer t-shirts and blue denim.
Uniform: Black business suit… Apron.
Sleepwear: Boxers, white undershirt.
Miscellaneous clothing: Leather jackets, jeans, black business suits, relaxed-fit jeans, and designer T-shirts.
CharacterPersonality: Aurum's favorite music is Jazz, and his favorite style is deep and smooth, like a fresh cup of coffee. He often compares many things in life to coffee, and has a sleek confidence that is hard to put into words. He's a bit of a womanizer, but a nice guy all the same. He’s uber-sweet to cute girls, critical of others. He has a biting attitude towards those that annoy him. Aurum’s extremely knowledgeable when it comes to food. His family owns a restaurant called The Golden Bee. He helps out there when he has free time.
Hobbies/ Interests: His hobbies are cooking, lifting weights, running, fixing motorcycles, and justice. He’s studying to be a lawyer. His interests are murder mystery novels, history, and foreign cuisine.
Job or part time job and description: Part-Time Coffee Bar Technician - (He's the Barista barrister of Full Circle)
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Drifters, ever since Hull. He’s afraid of extremists and crazy people. It’s justified.
Special talents: Pointing. I think that goes without saying. He can juggle a soccer ball for a minute, and play the guitar. (Not all at once, though). He was on the soccer team during high school. He plays the occasional game with his college friends, whenever the mood hits him.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Aurum believes people are innocent, until proven guilty, and that everyone deserves a fair trial, even those suspected of the most vicious crimes. If you consider defending a serial killer ‘bad’, well… that’s your own opinion. As a lawyer, Aurum would do his best to have faith in his clients. Aside from that, he’s a nice guy raised in a good family with decent morals.
MutationGenetic Type: Human
Fighting Style (if applicable)
Explanation: Lawyer Speak
Pros for fighting style: He might sue you.
Cons for fighting style: He might not…
Faction AllegianceUnaffilliated
History Of Your Character:From a young age, Aurum Mellitus knew he was completely normal. He was born into an average household, with your average human mother (Bella Mellitus, 26) and your perfectly normal mutant dad (Arthur Mellitus, 28). It only made sense he’d take the perfectly average view point of ‘neutral’, when it came to mutants.
His birth was run-of-the-mill, too. It was just another c-section in Doctor Smith’s long line of live births. Aurum had turned about, and gotten tangled in a big mess.
Before the announcement, his father, Arthur Mellitus, had paced the waiting room, back and forth, and read the same novel he had on-hand more times than he could count (which, for Arthur Mellitus wasn’t much of a stretch. Having the ability to pore over the contents of entire books with the touch of the page made that sort of thing completely everyday). His brow had creased. The nurse had told him “Stop your pacing. You’re making me nauseous,” but that hadn’t stopped the man from trying.
You see, the thing about pacing is this: No matter how many times you go over the same stretch of floor, see the same tile, touch the same novel cover and absorb, each and every time feels like an accomplishment. Each footfall is like a word on the page, and each raised sole leads to the next line. Sentences build, minds focus. Focus on other things than the wife in labor, the worry that his child might not make it past the nth hour. In the waiting room, Bella Mellitus’s eyes had watered, narrowing their focus on the single objective of the day. When Doctor Smith came out to tell Arthur the bad news, and get his permission for surgery, Arthur’s pacing stopped.
“Yeah,” he’d murmured. “Do the surgery… Is there anything I can do to help?’ His forehead crinkled into a deeply-etched ‘w’, which meant ‘worry’. The doctor shook his head, paused, then smiled politely.
“Stop pacing, Mr. Mellitus. Find something to take your mind off the worry that doesn’t bother the others in the room.”
That was the first day Arthur Mellitus took pen to page to write. His son brought ‘something’ out of him, and Arthur, that silly idiot, never let that ‘something’ go. After the surgery was over, long after his son had been wheeled out of the observation room, and driven home, ‘something’ had stayed.
Aurum grew up around that ‘something’. He fell into the commonplace practice of preschoolers to sit on steps and read, rather than play. Puzzle books, Hardy Boys mysteries, The Boxcar Children, anything by Rhoald Dahl. Aurum became a brain candy addict, while all the other little boys learned to smack balls.
It didn’t last. Eventually, he fell into manly ways. His father urged him to stop following in his footsteps, because it led to ‘long nights with no muse’. Arthur would often lock himself in his writing workshop, see? And Bella Mellitus couldn’t visit, not even to bring sandwiches. He wanted to protect his son from the bleak future of a writer. Thus, began the era of T-ball coaches and soccer moms. His mother was most proficient at snacks for the team. That was a perk. A job in the catering industry does that to a woman. You have to learn to ‘make every meal like it’s your last, because rave reviews are the garnish on gourmet goods that guarantees further paychecks’. Who knew her career in catering would lead to Missus Mellitus’s grand opening of a restaurant near Central Park when Aurum was 7? Who would have guessed it would have led to teasing at school?
Kids… just because you wear a sweater with a golden bee on it, they have to make comments. Aurum took them in stride.
When he was 9, something happened he could not take in stride. Something happened that changed his entire future vision, from dreams of t-ball championships or soccer superstardom to the bang of the gavel and the point of the hand. He was accused of stealing lunch money. Another boy in class stood up for him, and did a lousy job defending his scrawny ass. They staged a ‘mock court session’ to decide his future. The teacher thought it would be a good learning experience. Aurum sat tenaciously on the stand, tapping his finger against the desk impatiently as the defense bumbled and babbled their way through the motions.
Now, Aurum’s dad was a writer. Remember this? Arthur Mellitus had been a writer ever since his son’s birth. He’d been one of the great unpublished authors of New York, always sharing excerpts from his stories with the family around the dinner table. Arthur Mellitus’s favorite genre of story was ‘mystery’. From this, Aurum learned quite a few things.
1) His ‘defense attorney’ didn’t know evidence from his thumb. And
2 )The prosecution had a far better grasp on Hardy Boys crime thrillers than Aurum had given him credit for.
Aurum lost his case. That had been obvious to him from the moment his ‘attorney’ suggested he plead ‘da fif’. Or ‘insanity’. ‘Insanity’ was also fervently suggested. He ended up paying $6.50 to the accuser. Some 10 years later, he learned the truth of that tale. The true thief in the story had been his good ol ‘attorney’, Bobby Wright. By then, it didn’t matter any more. Aurum had already made up his mind.
Aurum had vowed from that moment on that he’d defend himself, to prevent any idiots like Bobby from speaking again. By extension of that idea, he wanted to prevent any others from being defended by idiots as well!
From then on, Aurum became addicted to old episodes of ‘Perry Mason’ and ‘Murder, She Wrote’.
The only logical step, from grade school up till college, was to pursue this course of action with a vengeance. Thus, from age 9, onwards, Aurum’s eyes were set on the prize: Law school.
After graduating from high school, Aurum got into New York University with a full ride. He graduated from New York University with a bachelor's degree in 2007, majoring in Criminal Justice and Law. From there, he took the LSATs, and went on to a Juris Doctor program at New York University of Law. Aurum is nearly done with this three-year program.
His parents run a restaurant called The Golden Bee. His mother, Bella Mellitus, is the head chef and owner. His father, Arthur, helps manage it. In his free time, he likes to write murder mystery novels. He’s one of the many excellent unpublished authors in New York. His favorite author is Conan Doyle. Arthur loves to brag he’s read every mystery novel ever written. Sometimes, people have to tell him to ‘shut up’ and stop talking their ears off about mysteries. He doesn’t listen. It’s like pacing. The purpose is just as important as the action itself.
Aurum grew up around this guy. He hates to admit it, but some of that zest for mystery and analytical skill rubbed off.
His final family member is his little sister, Ami (birthday December 20, 1994). She’s a handful.
When Aurum isn’t working at Full Circle, or studying for college, he helps out around the restaurant, and helps Ami with her homework (or helps keep her out of trouble, which seems to gravitate towards her like the moon around the earth).
Aurum lives alone, in an apartment in the city. His parents help pay the rent. They agreed that, while he’s in college, and so long as he helps out around the restaurant now and then, they can spare a few dollars his way. It’s better than a paycheck.
Aurum's apartment is on
71 Broadway, within walking distance (10 or so blocks) of Fifth Federal Bank, (which, in-turn, is close to an Amish market). Located on the edge of Manhattan's Financial District, 71 Broadway is convenient to the NYSE and Staten Island Ferry. Washington Market Park and the Tribeca Film Center are within walking distance.
It has 1 bedroom, one bathroom, and 1 bathroom. And also, one bedroom. And a kitchen.
The Golden Bee doubles as both restaurant and home. The Mellitus family lives above the restaurant in their apartment. The Golden Bee’s specialty is dessert. Many delicious dishes grace their tables. The Golden Bee’s namesake dish is
the Chocolate honey cake with edible bees. As Momma Bella often states, “it’s beeeeeautiful~!”
((The Golden Bee is on the corner of E 7th Street and Avenue C, right where Zum Scheider and Biergarten would be.))
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Tetsuya Shinbo, Lenna
Sample RP:
“Hey, Aurum!” Metal clattered against concrete. The 50-something father figure stepped into the garage. Eyes passed over the side of a blue van, a set of strong legs in blue jeans, shoelaces. The man ran a hand through his browning blond hair, and glanced at the nearby wall clock with a sigh. The cat’s eyes shifted from the left to the right. Five ‘O’ Clock… he really had gotten caught up in it, hadn’t he? “Dinner’s nearly ready. Ami looks like she’s ready to gnaw an arm off. You almost…?”
“Done.” Wheels slid away from the car’s undercarriage. Aurum Mellitus sat up on the slider. He wore a white undershirt. A smear of oil ran across his right cheek. Aurum grinned. “The oil’s changed. I checked the tire pressure. Anything else you want me to check over, dad?”
“Dinner?” The old man quirked an eye.
The dirty blond wiped his palms on a hand towel, tossed the towel onto a table, and turned. “Oh, right. The roast. Sure. Just let me get cleaned up. Check on the potatoes for me?” Aurum walked past the parental unit with an understated smirk. Arthur Mellitus glanced back at the family van. It looked good. The clean up, on the other hand… that bastard had left him with the chore.
“I’ll have to adjust his allowance…” Arthur Mellitus trailed.
I'm sure Mirror will need a lawyer sooner or later xD
