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 Nov 18, 2010 13:36:39 GMT -6
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Aurum was a coffee-man. He preferred his brew darker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than Hell itself. He prepared his own brews, and picked the best beans. It felt odd drinking other beverages to him, outside of the occasional beer. Water was fine, soda was cool, juice? He preferred fresh fruit over the sugary beverages. As for tea... he never drank the stuff unless he was at nice Chinese restaurants. The thought of him drinking tea during a date... it was strange. Why had his friend set him up at The Russian Tea Room again?
Ah right. Because the girl he was supposed to meet liked tea... what was her name again? Kaitlyn? Katherine? Katrina? Karma? He thought it started with 'k' or a 'k' sound. Maybe it started with a 'c'? He couldn't remember. How was he supposed to recall who she was, or figure out of she was his blind date?
Aurum stepped into the Russian tea room and remembered. The girl he was supposed to meet would wear a blue sweater. He was supposed to wear a black jacket. He had one on over his blue shirt. He wore dark blue jeans, a brown leather belt, black converse sneakers, and a gray messenger cap. A brown leather strapped messenger bag was slung over his shoulder. A bike helmet was in his right hand, by the bag. Gloves, he'd stashed away.
Aurum looked around for the date.
Hrm. There weren't any women he saw wearing blue sweaters... wait... there was one. She looked a bit young though. Maybe she was one of those women who look younger than they are? He arched an uncertain eyebrow momentarily, then lowered it, and approached her.
Tea was probably one of Kate's favorite things. She never had to do anything to it so she could drink it. So many different types and flavors, if it was made right it could be so aromatic and delightful. Kate loved how it played with all her scenes with every sip. To her there was nothing like tea and a good book, that's how she came to discover those hours in the Russian Tea Room between lunch and dinner when the place was quite and slow. When the Garcon would play music of the greats like Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday, their melodious sounds filling the practically empty dining room. It was a place where Kate could feel at peace and forget her troubles, and get a great cup of tea of course. It was a place she could get on with just wearing a sweater and a dress, much like she was today.
Kate sat in the center of the dining room on this particular day, her book was set out in front of her with her cup of tea and tea pot next to it. She was reading Le Comte de Monte-Cristo, she always enjoyed books in the original language if she could read it. There was always something a little lacking in the English translations, like part of their soul was missing. It was really the only reason Kate had tried so hard to learn as many languages as she did, for the explicate purpose of reading.
Kate took a sip of her tea having finally gotten to her favorite part, when Dantès confronts Mercédès for the first time since leaving jail. It was absolutely riveting. She had just gotten to the best part of it all when she was interrupted,
>>Excuse me
Kate looked up to come eye to eye with a rather attractive gentleman who was smiling down at her. She was a little confused as to why he would just walk over to someone he didn't know and interrupt their book. She was quite sure she had never met him as she would have remembered his face.
"Hello, can I help you?" She smiled at him and tried to sound as much like a polite and proper English lady as she could, not that that was very hard, since that was how she talked normally. She poured herself another cup of Earl Gray, emptying the small tea pot as she waited for a response.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Nov 19, 2010 11:39:45 GMT -6
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"I'm sorry," Aurum started politely. He shifted the helmet so he had it pinned between his side and his arm. "I was supposed to meet a blind date here today. She was supposed to wear that same blue sweater you're wearing. You wouldn't, by any chance, happen to be her, would you? My friend really didn't tell me much about who I was meeting, you see." He laughed to himself as he explained the last part. He felt a bit silly. He hadn't even remembered his date's name.
>>I'm sorry. I was supposed to meet a blind date here today. She was supposed to wear that same blue sweater you're wearing. You wouldn't, by any chance, happen to be her, would you? My friend really didn't tell me much about who I was meeting, you see. I'm Aurum. What's your name?
"Katherine, and I'm not your date sorry. You are welcome to sit down though." Kate directed him toward he empty chair across from her with a wave of her hand. She smiled at him not really caring either way. She found him amusing but wasn't going to make any effort to force him to stay with her until his date came, not when she had a perfectly good book in front of her.
The waiter walked over and spoke to Kate in a thickly accented Russian, "Would you like more tea Lady Katherine."
Kate thought of this for a moment before answering in perfect Russian, she enjoyed talking to the diverse people of New York in their native languages, it made her feel just a little bit more at home, "Yes please. Something different. Um.. something aromatic and sweet maybe?" "As you wish." With a little bow of his head he took the empty pot and retreated into the kitchen.
((OOC: All the italics are in Russian. Can't actaully write is with that whole other alphabet and all.))
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Nov 21, 2010 16:56:39 GMT -6
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She wasn't his date.
"Ah," Aurum replied mildly. He glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting the real date to step into the light. No such luck. A shame. "Too bad," He shrugged.
Not that he was too sorely disappointed. More-so, a charmer and polite. She really did look too young. If his friend had set him up with a high-schooler... yeah... he wasn't really his friend.
At least the girl was nice about the case of mistaken identity. She had even invited him to have a seat.
The motorcycle helmet plopped down on the ground by a chair. Aurum took that seat. He needed a load off. Off came the hat, to rest on the table.
For a moment, he focused on his cellphone, texting something distractedly. Then, he slipped his phone away into its pocket again.
He overheard a foreign language that sounded like Russian, saw a waiter leaving, glanced back to the girl. "Mind if order a cup of coffee for myself?" He asked, Mr. Manners smile on his face.
If he was going to have a sit-down for a while, waiting for that date, he decided he might as well get something to drink.
Kate closed her book and eyed the man across from her. It was rather odd that his date was conveniently supposed to be wearing the same thing she was. I t could have been a coincidence or maybe a line. She had learned about those recently. Gawain had taught her when a college boy had tried to use one on her while they were out to lunch.
>>Mind if order a cup of coffee for myself?
"Of Course." Kate lifted her hand to get the attention of the waiter so the man could order.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Nov 23, 2010 16:29:24 GMT -6
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"One cup of coffee, please," Aurum ordered.
The waiter looked at him, then asked 'what kind'.
"What are the choices?" Aurum asked.
The waiter started his list. A minute or so later, he stopped for air. Aurum considered all he'd been told, then told the man exactly what he wanted. Something good, not too pricey, and most importantly, good. Because that was how he rolled as a coffee afficionado. He knew what he liked.
As the waiter left, Aurum turned towards Katherine conversationally. "So," He began. His eyes swung to her book. "You like books?"
>>One cup of coffee, please. What are the choices?
Kate listened as the waiter listed off as many coffee names as he had listed teas when he spoke to her earlier in the day. She always liked to try something different and asked for the list almost every visit. She almost had it memorized.
>>So, You like books?
"I do enjoy them, yes. At the moment I am reading Le Comte de Monte-Cristo, it is one of my absolute favorites. Revenge, action, and a love story, everything you could want in a book. Dumas is really my favorite author." Kate could talk about books for days but made sure to stop herself so she didn't sound like an obsessed coot who was rattling off a bunch of things that Aurum didn't want to hear, "Do you enjoy a good book?"
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Nov 25, 2010 19:02:47 GMT -6
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"Oh yes," Aurum replied. "I'm a bit of a mystery nerd. Conan Doyle, Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie... I've got lots of favorite authors. Other than mysteries, I also collect cook books. I've never read the book you're reading, though." Monte Cristo? The rest of the title sounded foreign. She liked it. It must be good.
The waiter arrived. Aurum turned and took his coffee, thanking the man. He sipped it thoughtfully, then set the coffee down on the table.
"This place is alright. The coffee's almost as good as my own."
>>Oh yes, I'm a bit of a mystery nerd. Conan Doyle, Dashiel Hammet, Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie... I've got lots of favorite authors. Other than mysteries, I also collect cook books. I've never read the book you're reading, though. This place is alright. The coffee's almost as good as my own.
Kate rolled her eyes at his blatant underplaying of the Russian Tea Room. Was he really trying to impress an English girl who was drinking tea with his coffee making skills? She chose to ignore it, "I think I only recognize one of those names. I am not much for mystery beyond the intriguing Mr. Doyle. My literary interests tend to span from somewhere in the 18th century to the early 20th. I like classics like 'The Count of Monte Cristo,'" Kate indicated to the book in front of her, "or 'The Three Musketeers' or 'The Prince' or... 'Crime and Punishment'. I guess really anything before the 20th century would be my cup of tea. I like the quality of writing better. I feel they are more realistic and less fantastical. It makes it much easier to invest in the characters and the places and the story. That is also why I read books in their original written language. Not everything makes sense in English the way it does in other languages. In translations things get lost and it becomes a different book. Yes, the story is the same, but those little moments that make a book great disappear."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Nov 30, 2010 12:38:19 GMT -6
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She certainly had her own tastes. He considered them. Sounded kind of elitist. Wanting to only read a book in its original language. "Worrying about the original language a book was in... If I was like that with cook books, I'd never be able to learn a foreign recipe... I'm not sure if I see the need." He commented. Then, he looked at her in shock. "And really? You haven't read anything by Agatha Christie or Dashiell Hammett? You need to. They're classics. Hammett gave life to the hardboiled detective genre. The Maltese Falcon? Red Harvest? Inspirations. And Christie's just a classic, with Poirot and Jane Marple. I can understand liking classic literature, but missing the classics? Makes me wonder if you've even read Murders in the Rue Morgue by Poe..."
If she hadn't read that one... whew. She'd really never read mysteries. Holmes was a classic, a fun read, but hardly revolutionary. Poe had written one of the first examples of a murder mystery. Surely, everyone on Earth had to have read it, original language or not.
>>Worrying about the original language a book was in... If I was like that with cook books, I'd never be able to learn a foreign recipe... I'm not sure if I see the need.
He had obviously never tried reading a book in the original language. There was something more poetic and pure about the experienced. Cook books... really. This guy was kind of a pompous jerk.
>>And really? You haven't read anything by Agatha Christie or Dashiell Hammett? You need to. They're classics. Hammett gave life to the hardboiled detective genre. The Maltese Falcon? Red Harvest? Inspirations. And Christie's just a classic, with Poirot and Jane Marple. I can understand liking classic literature, but missing the classics? Makes me wonder if you've even read Murders in the Rue Morgue by Poe...
Did he really only read mystery novels. It sure seemed that way by the way he talked about them. There were things far better and Kate was going to make sure he realized this. "I have read all of Poe actually, and I have read mystery they just don't capture me the way novels do. They can be exciting in the moment and it can be fun to try and figure it all out before the detective but they seem to lack the literary level of a novel."
Aurum shrugged. "I'm a mystery nerd. I'll probably always put a good mystery over a great novel in my heart." He took a sip of his coffee and let that comment hang for a second. Then, he clarified. "That isn't to say I don't respect a good novel. I work in a book store. I'm exposed to all sorts of amazing things. It's just," His pocket beeped. Aurum paused, mid-thought. He reached into his pocket and extracted his cellphone, finishing the thought. "Detective nerd." He checked his most recent text message.
Aurum frowned. A small 'hrm' escaped him. He put the phone away, and glanced off with a sigh, picking up his coffee again.
>>I'm a mystery nerd. I'll probably always put a good mystery over a great novel in my heart.
What could this man possibly do that could cause him to be so close minded about great literature? Honestly Mystery is the poor mans novel. Sure she may be a literary snob but that didn't make her wrong.
>>That isn't to say I don't respect a good novel. I work in a book store. I'm exposed to all sorts of amazing things. It's just Detective nerd.
"What was that about?" Kate asked curious as to what his phone could have said to change his mood so much.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 12, 2010 23:15:45 GMT -6
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"Nothing," He lied, tilting his coffee up to his mouth. He shut himself up with a drink. Not a thing. Certainly not his friend calling, telling him his date had canceled. That would have sucked. Did suck. He wasn't in such a good mood anymore.
Aurum finished off his coffee with one more drink, then set down the cup. He grabbed his helmet, and got ready to go. "I'll leave you to your reading. Enjoy it," Aurum moved to the cashier, to pay for what he'd ordered. He forked over the money, then turned to go.