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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Aurum had that look on his face. That look that said she was far too young to be doing what she was doing. Again. It made her want to pout. "It's not like I am irresponsible, Aurum. Besides. He's hardly even a kid. He's more like something in between." If she were irresponsible this place would still be a pile of rubble and both of them would be out of a job. "I am not, however, looking forward to when he turns 12." Though technically that was still some time off in the future.
"In the dream, that's when his powers manifest. His psychic powers." And everyone knew what an open book Ghost was as far as psychics went. Most that had proximity reading tried to hold their ears in attempts to stave off Maya's mental equivalent to shouting her thoughts at them.
Jude, lured by the promise of something other than talk of the frustratingly distant future, slid off his seat and went around to stand by Van. As soon as he spied the cards, he was excited. "Do you know how to play Texas holdem?" Because Jude could possibly take Van for everything he was worth. Psychic abilities or not.
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The young boy had been happy, apparently, to get away from the adults and their talk that confused Van and made him guilty of eavesdropping even if he had been invited to do so. It was just weird witnessing a private moment like a reunion--and awkward...don't forget awkward. Van pulled the cards from the cardboard package that they were in as Jude made his way over to the counter.
Texas Holdem? Van tried to remember if he'd ever been taught that one by one of his uncles. Probably not. Gray eyes peered don at the boy--did all young children know how to play such games? Van wasn't exactly the best source on such things but he assumed not. "Umm...No, I don't know how to play any card games beyond old maid and go fish, sorry." Thin shoulders were shrugged.
"You could try to teach me if you want--here" Van circled around the counter in search of a stool. A moment later the one he found was carried over and placed near Jude. "Or I think you could put me in my place at some war or something." The young mutant smirked and pushed the deck of cards to the younger boy. "You can shuffle if you want."
Just to make sure...Van looked up and checked the door and what he could see of the store for potential customers. The sparse people of a weekday didn't seem inclined to be needing any foodstuffs anytime soon. If they did he'd be ready, he was keeping a wary eye on the shop horizon.
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"I think you can handle it fine," Aurum replied behind another sip. Was she a bad boss? No. He knew she could handle something as difficult as a small business. A small child... maybe. It'd be difficult, but if he weren't anything like Ami, it'd be possible. "And 12?"
And yet again, he didn't follow.
>>"In the dream, that's when his powers manifest. His psychic powers."
She explained.
Aurum took a slow drink, and a bite of his food. Interesting...
Aurum was open-minded when it came to mutants. It seemed that Jude was one... in the future, years away, according to Ghost. A psychic. The lawyer idly wondered what kind of psychic the child would become. There were a whole lot of them. Each had their own intricate powers. They weren't all given the same bag of tricks. Maybe he'd be like Kealey, and read peoples' emotions.
A scary thought.
Or maybe, he'd be a big butterball like Shin?
"What kind of psychic powers, Ghost?" Aurum said. "Mind reading? Or forcing thoughts?"
What kind of psychic? Maya glanced over at Jude who seemed engrossed in explaining something to the young Van. "The kind that can get in your head, hear what's never meant to be heard and reply back in the same manner so that it's you who turn red." She knew from future experience.
"Though you never know... conditions are different, different environment and disastrous future averted." She looked back at Aurum and shrugged hopefully. "Maybe he'll grow into something different?" One could only hope.
Jude, meanwhile, had poorly explained the general idea of the game and had laid out the first three cards and passed out the other cards for them to each hold. "Do you have a Queen?" That wasn't how the game worked, but... Van didn't know that. They could make it a go-fish/hold 'em hybrid. That sounded like something he could win every time.
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Van didn't quite understand the game that the young boy explained to him, but he'd shrugged his shoulders and tried to roll with it. A queen was given up in the name of giving Jude something mildly entertaining to do. The tall young adult had never even played poker before, it was something his father and his uncles did on occasion but they explained to him and all of his cousins that they weren't old enough for such a 'man's' game and that they wouldn't be able to sit at the round table with the cigars and the glasses of hard liquor with the men until they were married and had at least one child. Apparently it was tradition.
This tradition of not teaching your children fundamental card games seemed to be a detriment when playing against a young boy that may or may not have been changing the rules every few turns. Soon, all too soon, he was (what he assumed)defeated--and epically. There was no honor in Van's defeat at all, he'd barely blundered through the game. It was slightly embarrassing, but it's not like it mattered or he showed it to Jude as he gathered up all the cards. "Well done, Jude, well played." He held out his hand for a shake. "I think after that loss I'm going to have to call it quits, wouldn't want to make winning too easy for you, huh?"
The cards were safely deposited behind the counter again and then Van snapped to attention just in time to take the order of a matronly looking woman with curled gray hair and a pair of reading crazy gold glasses perched on her nose like some kind of winged animal. He'd gotten distracted by the card game but that had been during a lull, now it seemed a few more patrons had entered the bookstore and there would be no time for interacting with the owner's adopted son--no matter how good at cards he was or how interesting his accent may have been. When he turned to grab her bagel-thing from the toaster he also turned to Jude. "I think I'm going to have to focus on work now, I'll see you around, man." He refused to call him 'little man', a nickname he'd hated when his father used it--it felt belittling after he hit around five.
The matronly woman smiled and said a curt thank you when she was handed her plate and when she turned a small-ish man carrying a book he'd obviously just purchased was revealed to be behind her. Van adjusted the strings on his Kelly Green apron and plastered the friendly smile back on his face. High ho, high ho, it's back to work we go...
((OOC: Van is out now for the foreseeable rest of the thread. Thanks for rping with me guys! ;D ))
The kind that got inside one's head. "Ah," Aurum said. So, a bit like Kealey. Though empathy wasn't quite mind-reading, the comparison stuck. Both mutants could get in your head, and know what you were feeling. It was a tough ability to live with, for all parties involved.
>>"Maybe he'll grow into something different?"
Ghost mused.
"Possibly," Aurum took a sip of his drink. "I hope, for his sake, he gets something easy to deal with. He seems nice." He was silent for a second. Aurum finished the rest of his pastry, and drained his coffee.
"Anyways," On, to less heavy thoughts. He looked Ghost in the eye, giving her a hard look. "You didn't ask me what I've been up to." There was a light undertone to the line. He asked in good humors. "Did you forget?"
Aurum, at least, seemed to understand the score. Jude deserved something "easy to deal with." It was a gift, but like any new toy one had to learn how it worked to fully enjoy the benefits.
"Of course I didn't forget! You are leaving me! You'll no longer be the Full Circle's N.P.C." When Aurum looked at her a bit confused, she knew the trap had sprung. "Notorious Pastry Chef. You're a whiz with a microwave." Joke successful. She would pat herself on the back later.
"I can't hog you forever, I guess..." But she could pout about it. "What's the situation now? Objecting to witness badgering or other flashy lawyer pursuits?" Pretty much any of it was more glamorous work than book clerking. "Love life? Vacation plans?" He could spill it all and her brain would sponge it back up.
>> "Of course I didn't forget! You are leaving me! You'll no longer be the Full Circle's N.P.C."
An eyebrow did arch. What the heck was an NPC?
Ghost elaborated. Inwardly, Aurum wanted to roll his eyes. "Haha." She'd had him worried there for a second.
>> "What's the situation now? Objecting to witness badgering or other flashy lawyer pursuits?" "Love life? Vacation plans?"
"An apprenticeship with a lawfirm, graduation, and passing the bar," Aurum said. "No badger objecting, yet. Unless you count Shin's abomination." The notorious dancing blue badger. Aurum could joke too. Cue smug smile of victoriousness. "I don't like being away from Full Circle for too long, though." He glanced around the shop. "I kind of like checking in... keeping track of what everyone is up to. Anything major happen lately?" No angry men dodging coffee, he hoped?
Aurum neatly sidestepped her question about his love life. This either meant he had one and it was none of her beeswax or he didn't have one and it was really none of his beeswax. Ah well. And here she had been hoping to hear about a secretive romantic tryst starring one of her favorite people.
"Nothing really horrendous happening here." Jude had wandered back by then, having helped put the cards away and waving to his new friend. "All is quiet on the circular front." Ghost ruffled Jude's black hair once he was in reach. It couldn't stay this peaceful forever. They had better enjoy it while it lasted.
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"That's good," Aurum smiled. It seemed like Shin hadn't relapsed into moping, and the new recruit was doing his duties with aplomb. There wasn't anything bad. The conversation dropped into smalltalk.
Aurum bragged about his apprenticeship, shared his thoughts on his mentor (who seemed not quite right in the head), and mentioned any good recipe he could think of while he was at it. He'd even managed to deftly slip in mention of 'cooking with Andrea', but hadn't given her more to go on than that.
Another few minutes later, Aurum glanced to the clock on the wall. The time had really passed.
"Well, I guess I should get back to studying," He noted disappointedly, rising from his chair. "I'll have to pop in again some time soon, once I've slain the dragon that is the bar." A hand rose in a joking salute. "See you next shift, Ghost. Jude." Aurum saluted her son, too. He seemed like a nice kid.
The blond grabbed his things, snagged a newspaper for the bus ride home, and left.
The day was still golden, even if it had been far too long since he'd donned kelly green.