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.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 27, 2010 15:43:01 GMT -6
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She got angry, and then... not angry. Offers for free food had that calming effect on people. Was he baiting a lion? He smiled through it. So what if he was? She was a pretty lion, and food was food. She accepted his offer. If she didn't like the food, it wasn't on him. There would be no mauling today. One couldn't complain about the Central Park Boathouse, though. It was really nice.
She asked where it was. "Follow me," he said.
The boathouse wasn't too far from where they were. By the water, it cut an interesting image. The water-side seating was good, and the place looked professional. Close by, there was a bar and grill that served simple things. There was even a quick-serve cafe for park-goers, that served burgers and various other tasteful things. Yup. Whichever of those choices she picked, they'd be in for a treat.
Walking behind for a few moments, before her ego kicked in again and told her that if anything the man should be following her (even though she didn't know where to go) she sped up and matched paces with him. An indignant look settled on he face while she lost herself in thoughts- thoughts that dealt with he current mood, her grumbling stomach, and why the hell she had just agreed to go on a lunch date with a perfect stranger.
well... he was kind of cute. In a businessy sort of way. "So, do you do this with every stranger you meet? Or just the pretty ones?" There was a smirk in her words, but not on her lips. For the first time in a long time Megan didn't have the energy, or want, to gloat. Instead, she pursed her lips, and busied herself with tucking her hands into her pockets. She stared at people who passed, taking advantage of a rather blank face to scare a few of them into giving her a wide berth, and took silent satisfaction in the fact that her unnatural eye color still held it's unsettling charm. Sometimes.
"It will be a definite blow to my ego if this just happens to be one of your hobbies."
She was smirking. She wanted to know if he thought she was pretty. It was no stretch of his powers of induction to discover that truth. Far be it for him to smash her ego. Aurum smiled, and casually shrugged, hands in pockets. "No, I don't make it a habit to invite perfect strangers out for lunch." He said. He'd let her take that as she may.
Since she hadn't chosen, he did. A finger pointed the way. "The cafe is right here," Aurum said.
He stopped when they reached the line. It wasn't long. Only two people were ahead of them. No major wait. Aurum looked towards... he didn't have a name. "You have a name?" He asked. "The pretty ones usually do."
Hmph... Dodge the question, would he? She shrugged, more on the inside than out, and refused to let on that his reply bothered her on a molecular level... He probably already knew anyway, judging from the answer he had given her.
The cafe was pointed out, as well as the line... and the regular looking folk standing in it. Megan wondered in a lazy manner if Mr. Sub sandwich was short on cash, or if he was one of those people who enjoyed eating out in the open- where birds could swoop in and attack you while you ate. "...It looks... quaint."
Not her type of eatery, but hey, she wasn't paying and at least the food smelled good. His next question caused her to raise an eyebrow. She was, for a moment, a little caught off guard by the strangeness of the question, until she remembered that she hadn't given him a name as of yet. Then the pretty bit sank in, stated her ego a little, and she smirked again.
"Aurum. Aurum Mellitus." He copied her Bond-style introduction, amazingly without falling into the Bond-style voice that usually accompanied such a thing. "So," He turned back towards the cafe area and peered at the menu board in the not-so-distance distance. The line dropped down to a wait time of one. He took a step forward. "What looks good to you, Megan Megan Rova?"
There were hamburgers on the menu, chili burgers, sandwiches of every make but a few. Salads, soups, and specials. The selection wasn't otherworldly in its extensiveness, but it was good enough for him. He figured she'd order something healthy after their long conversation on what went to whose thighs. Maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn't. A turkey burger didn't sound horrible, though. The soup sounded good, too.
"I don't know, Aurum, Aurum... the soup looks good...but," Hm... now she felt a little lame for copying him. "I see a chicken kabob on the menu. Chicken trumps soup."
At least in this case it did. Chicken on a stick was something you could eat on the run, a bowl of soup? ... not so much. With her order in mind, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and turned her attention to her unexpected lunch companion- who still smelled like the sub he had eaten.
"... I just have to ask, because this is more than just a little weird... If I am such a 'Grade A witch', why are you bothering to treat me to lunch?"
Blue eyes squinted and her lips pursed. Maybe he was one of those guys who had mommy issues and thus surrounded himself with angry, abusive women. ....naaaaw. That was too far a hop from reality. She was still curious to hear his answer though, seeing as her possibilities were... on the stranger side of things.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Mar 22, 2011 19:42:31 GMT -6
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"Chicken is indeed good," Aurum agreed. "I may have to follow suit."
It seemed like they were thinking the same thing. He didn't really want to have a long sit-down meal. Soup would have been good, but a kabob? Well, yeah. That'd be fine too. He was still fairly full from what he'd eaten earlier. There was no need to go overboard.
Megan surprised him with a question. It was true. It was more than a little weird. Why had he chosen to invite her out for a meal again? Hmm...
Aurum thought his answer over for a second.
"Well," Aurum began. "You're interesting. Fun to talk to. Pretty. I didn't put much thought into it, honestly. It just seemed like a no-brainer."
Flattery was usually the best way to defuse a ticking time bomb situation, wasn't it? It wasn't like any of those things he'd said weren't the truth. Aurum smiled at her confidently, and watched her reaction.
A smug little smile curled the corners of her lips as she stepped forward in line and placed her order. Of course he'd follow suit, chicken was the bomb. Nobody could say no. Nobody.
"Well, You're interesting. Fun to talk to. Pretty. I didn't put much thought into it, honestly. It just seemed like a no-brainer."
For once, Megan didn't have anything to say. Not a damn thing. He thought she was... fun to talk to? The pretty thing was obvious... and the interesting thing didn't catch her off guard in the slightest... but, when had someone ever said something like that to her before?
So... honest?....Naw. People weren't honest by nature, and if they were they were damn stupid and naive.
She blinked, slack jawed for a moment, before she clenched her teeth shut and turned away from him to puzzle over his answer. Everything he had said had been... positive. "So you enjoy arguing in circles with people then? Because that's about all I'm good at when it comes to talking." She snorted softly, wondering if he had ever considered a career in the courtroom.
She stepped aside to wait for her food, and fiddled with her fingers behind her back. She felt a little off now, like she had been jostled from her high horse, or like someone had stolen her pedestal. "I'm not exactly the nicest person around here, you know..." She started again, rather lamely. "...Only reason I accepted your offer is because I'm having an off day." She paused for a moment, then added quickly, "and for the free food, of course." For just a second, she couldn't tell if she was trying to convince him, or herself...
She peered at him for a moment from under her bangs, her lips pursed while she thought. "You aren't some kind of head doctor are you? Trying to dig into social outcast's minds to find out what makes us broody and mean?"
Her response didn't seem mad. More, amused and curious. Did he enjoy talking circles around people? Well, yeah. Wait. Was that a telling sign of something?
Things had just gotten awkward. Or, more awkward? But still, not openly hostile. Why was he second-guessing his response now? Something about the way her mood had changed...
Megan started talking down about herself. Blandly. Negatively. She was being too honest. It was the kind of blah 'I suck, don't look at me' stuff he would have dismissed if he'd known her better. But he didn't. He knew for certain it wasn't his place to act like he knew anything about her. And... the honesty was kind of refreshing.
What was it about quirky women that pushed him away, while at the same time, drawing him in?
His face didn't reveal any of his concerns. All it showed was an uncertain tight-lipped not-an-honest-smile.
"Naw," He answered her final question, deadpan serious. "I'm a lawyer."
Okay. Maybe a bit of humor had crept into the comment, and it had been more than he'd liked. The world needed less serious scenes with people off their games. People needed to be right at home in their skins, no matter the person or place. At least, in a perfect world.
His lack of response was both refreshing and... kind of aggravating. Blinking, she grinned and turned blue eyes back to him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. She relaxed visibly.
"Surprisingly, I've never talked to a lawyer before. You're my first~." A very surprising fact to anyone who would claim to know her. She had preformed enough actions in her life that she technically should have had the numbers of a mod of lawyers and attorneys... but she had been relatively careful up until lately. Various fist fights had either ended up with someone stuck to a wall and her fleeing the scene, or in a new round of drinks and a new found respect for the one who sported the bigger black eye. (which was generally Megan)
"So, that's gotta be a ton of fun. Locking away the bad guys and what not." Kind of like a hero... minus the awesome and neat looking suit. Still a better job than dealing with decrepit old lady hair for the rest of your life...
Turning, she accepted her chicken on a stick from the man behind the counter. "..Thanks."
Apparently, that had been a joke? Okay. He could live with that. A smile crept back onto his face. It seemed like she was feeling better. And he was her first.
Megan Megan's description of lawyers had him wanting... she thought he was a prosecutor. Whoops.
"Actually," Aurum corrected her. "I'm a defense attorney. Or will be, once I pass the bar... and get my ass in gear." That had sounded unimpressive. He always was one to brag... "Still, not a bad job."
Her order came. He placed his. Aurum turned back to Megan. "What about you? Do you have a job?" He was curious. What did grade A witches do during their free time? Was it a full-time job?
"Defense attorney? Huh, remind me to call you if I even get in over my head being witchy." Which was... a strong possibility considering the way things had been going lately.
"So, did I interrupt you on a break between studying or something then?" If she had, then it just made her even more curious about him.
Tinkering with some napkins to keep the juicy goodness of her chicken from dripping on her, Megan glanced at him for a moment before smiling. "Me? Why, I keep the fine people of this city looking stylish." Unless, of course, they pissed her off. Then she gave them a crap haircut.
"I'm a stylist. I cut hair. Not really something to compare to his profession, but she felt she had a job of relative importance. Without her to tell people what they needed, New York streets would be over-run with shoddy self cut hair and poorly dyed roots in a matter of weeks.
In a way, she was a hero. A Hairdo hero. "I'll toss you a free haircut if you ever find yourself in need of one... since you brought me lunch and all."
>>"Defense attorney? Huh, remind me to call you if I even get in over my head being witchy."
"Will do," Aurum said.
Megan cut hair. Aurum nodded approvingly in understanding. She offered to cut his. He smiled. "Thanks. Does your salon have a name? A business card? Some way to track you down for this haircut?"
"Your order."
"Thank you," Aurum took it, and paid for them both. He held the chicken in his hands. While eying it, he added jokingly "Maybe you should just give me your number."
"Thanks. Does your salon have a name? A business card? Some way to track you down for this haircut?"
She grinned, wiggling her chicken-on-a-stick in the air. "Yeah, It's called Curl up N' Dye. I don't have any business cards on me though..." She never had cards on her. Once she was off work, she was off.
"Maybe you should just give me your number."
One dark eyebrow vanished into her bangs, and she blinked at him. He asked for her number? With a short laugh, she shifted her food to one hand and reach back to dig her her back pocket. "Sure, why not? I could always used someone else to party with."
Tinkering with her phone, she raised her eyes back to him and smirked. "What's yours? I'll text you mine after I add you."
Megan had dug out her phone. He searched for his. Aurum whipped it out. He recited his number for her, like a good, naive little lawyer.
Aurum looked expectantly to Megan. "I trust you won't do something witchy, and send that to all the nice little telemarketers and dating services in town?" He smirked.
He wasn't a good, naive little lawyer. He had some common sense.