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.
Well, at least he'd gotten the desired reaction for his troubles. He hadn't even known he'd desired it when he'd played it straight, but he had. It was interesting had that worked. Maybe that was just the effect her laughter had on him. He smiled.
Aurum sat down. In this case, it wasn't the sort of thing he figured she wanted him to fight her on... and though he could have been a smartass, he didn't feel it was worth it. On the couch, he watched her, wondering if she was planning on drying him off, or getting her hair dryer, or icing his eye, or what. She changed the subject, bringing up the source of his black eye.
"Yeah," Aurum replied. "Yeah, he went quietly. Kind of sad, really. Like all the life left his woman-beating heart." After 1 second of good grace, he appended "Not really, though. I wasn't sad at all."
"Not really, no." Aurum replied quickly, hands patting down his pants. Maybe if he beat them, they'd get dry. Although that was unlikely.
Riley's second comment drew his eyes and his attention away from smacking at his legs. Now, what could she have meant by that? Was this an age-old trick? "Your dryer?" He asked dumbly. That would have been one option, but that would have left him pantsless, and --ooooooh. Lots of guys might have tried abusing the generosity of such a kind soul to walk around pantsless in their house. "Really, a hair dryer would probably do. Or a dry towel and time. It isn't like water is gonna stain it." He said. He was playing the straight man to her twinkling mirthful joker. "It's not the sort of thing that would spook me out of my pants."
All of her soul-baring, all of her apology, all of pretty much everything that night built up to a kiss. His hand caught the tip of her chin, and kept it from dipping back down again... although he did tilt it slightly. He let a kiss be his reply. No, not that kind of kiss. Mind out of the gutter. This kiss was chaste. A chaste acceptance of her apology. "Apology accepted." He said as he pulled away, his eyes locking with hers.
At some point, he'd had to drop the ice towel to kiss her. There was a cold spot in his lap. He didn't really care. It'd be an easy fix. It had been worth it, for that dramatic romantic gesture. Although he'd look like he'd wet himself. That thought came to him a moment later. He stood up abruptly. The ice and towel slid off his lap, onto the floor.
His eyes shifted Riley's way uncertainly. "Any time...?" Aurum ventured, cautiously, like a man taking his first informed step into a mine field. He tapped the foot a few times, slid it across the sand, and tested his balance.
Was this about their argument earlier? Was she joking? Was she serious? Was she getting at something, and did it have anything to do with what was going on currently on tv? Women can be confusing, just like men can be confusing to the fairer sex. There were too many questions involved in this. Plus, his face hurt. He looked like hell. He'd be getting his just desserts in court. People were going to tear him apart. Oh well.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 26, 2013 20:34:53 GMT -6
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He wasn't acting like a whipped puppy. He was acting like a man who'd just gotten into a scary argument with his girlfriend. And he was still a little upset about it.
Aurum sat down an inch or two away, resting his icing arm on the couch's arm to support the ice cloth against his head. The distance had nothing to do with any arguments. It was simply due to the arm of the chair being further away from Riley than the middle of the couch.
The show on TV was a fun one. Sometimes, it was interesting, but the sad part was that some people had no taste. He smirked as the husband trailed along in his wife's wake, hapless and helpless as could be. He wasn't allowed to have taste, apparently. So it all fell to the woman to make the big calls.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 26, 2013 19:01:14 GMT -6
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Her response made him feel a bit less bare. He was still bruised and battered from the argument, like a apple that fell into the pancake mix. He wasn't going to sit and contemplate that visual imagery, or the related pun. He was going to take the offer and run with it. She was being awful gracious, for a woman who'd just nearly given him a heart attack.
"Sure." He said, voice a little quiet. "That could be nice."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 26, 2013 18:24:09 GMT -6
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The ice was wrapped in a hand towel, a small gray one with blue and red lines that cut across it like a graph. His fingers lost their warmth as they closed around it, ice instantly starting to melt. It'd take a while, but the warmth of his hand would do it. As would his face. He pressed the cloth against his eye where the guy had slugged him.
"Thanks." He said.
He stood there, face cold, and felt naked. He wasn't sure why.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 25, 2013 22:07:06 GMT -6
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He followed in silence. Because it was probably the smartest thing right now. More and more, he was understanding her point. Still stood by calling the cops, of course, because lady beater was a scumbag. But... yeah, he had enough holes in his body already, thank you very much. He certainly did not need another.
The elevator doors closed with a ding as he followed her down the hall.
He felt stupid and sheepish, and knew that was her intent. Beneath all the anger and bluster, she cared. He really should have been touched. 'Damn right, you should be', Riley probably would have said. 'Now don't freaking get shot!' ... She might have used courser language than that. And it would have been glorious.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 25, 2013 21:37:31 GMT -6
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What she'd said was a minor change from its previous iteration, but he got the feeling that little change had meant and changed a lot. 'Well then, would it still be a little change, idiot?' he mentally reprimanded himself. 'Yeah,' he decided. But it was something. Things weren't completely fixed, but yadda yadda. Something.
Riley spoke about him knowing better than her... about scumbags. He opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then spoke. "You know plenty about scumbags. I never liked the dirt bag who took you to court. I've never questioned your capability of determining who is a scumbag." He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, eyes trailing off somewhere. "Sometimes, I hate my job. But the law is the law. It is what it is. I hope you realize I don't love defending dirtbags for a living. More often, I'd rather help a client who was innocent. But it's not my job to judge who's guilty and who's innocent. That's up to the jury to decide. And usually, they're almost as good as you."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 23, 2013 12:36:19 GMT -6
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He really shouldn't have apologized. He'd been trying to smooth things over... and help her... and give her a reason to calm down. But she'd thrown it in his face. He didn't really like the whole 'this is why I don't do this' refrain she always sang, either. Maybe he was a little mad, now, and it was clouding his thinking. He'd thought he understood her, and that he was in the right. And here she was, punishing him for getting punched. He needed to sort this whole situation out. It had escalated way too quickly.
He grimaced. How had this situation even happened? "You know, I really don't like it when you say 'This is why I don't do this. It sounds like an ultimatum."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 23, 2013 11:56:08 GMT -6
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He didn't comment on her calling him an idiot. Sometimes, he was. Plus, he could sense she was coming down from an 'anger high', and needed to vent some of that heat. He knew her. Instead of getting angry, he looked charming as a lawyer with a black eye. A poor darling baby lawyer in need of care.
"We'd better ice it, then." He said. "Can't have your man looking bad in court, now can we?" He wasn't smirking. He was completely sincere, and serious. "Sorry, Riley." He added. "For stressing you out."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 20:54:39 GMT -6
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She was being mean. And petty. And the kind of person one wouldn't ever want on a jury. Because she didn't believe in innocent until proven guilty. She was a firm believer in 'if they're on the stand, they're clearly at fault.' The world doesn't work that way. There were a few other things she said he noted to reply to after she was done talking. She was in one of her most dangerous forms... and interrupting her was tantamount to suicide. Sometimes, it stunk having a gorgeous, passionate woman... but there were times he wouldn't have it any other way.
She finished. He held his tongue. He took a breath to compose himself, closing his eyes, hand against his forehead.
"Look." He said. 'Unjust laws get repealed,' he didn't say. "I could do without the drama, and I don't care if people clap... or look at me like I'm an idiot, which some of them did." He said. "If you worry about me so much... I'll be more careful. Because I love you... and I wouldn't want you putting your life on the line over something stupid, either... but I still stand by most of my actions. The only thing I did that was stupid was taunting the bull."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 19:59:37 GMT -6
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Did he look for trouble? It didn't take him a second to mentally answer 'heck no!' Had he gone on that bus hoping someone would beat someone up? No. Would he let it happen, if he saw it? No! He'd call the cops. Which he'd done. He understood where she was coming from, with the worrying about him, and all of that garbage, but... she really didn't know what she was saying.
"Riley. I get that you don't want me hurt. Or worse. I get that you were scared during the riots, because that was a possibility. But then, I wasn't running around looking for trouble. Trouble was all over the city. I was at work." Aurum said.
He continued after a breath, tone serious, and concerned. "I don't go looking for for trouble, ever. Today, I called the cops on a guy for doing something he shouldn't have. That was all. And with the whole zombie thing, I was protecting my little sister! Not running off, searching for a dragon to slay. It isn't like I'd let Ami get hurt! And I'd do the same for you... because you're important to me. I don't know what you mean about 'too perfect'..."
He shook his head, finishing his thoughts. "During the riots, we had a talk. And I stayed with you, because trouble was everywhere. That's fine. But you seem to have misunderstood things. I wasn't running around saving people. And I sure as hell don't plan to. I stayed with you, because we were both scared. And there was nothing I could do in that situation, and it didn't warrant me doing a thing. This time was different. I saw something happening. I could do something about it. I. Called. The. Cops. On. A bastard. And I'd do it every time. Just maybe next time, less dramatically. With less chances of getting punched. ... And I promise I'll call the cops the next time I see someone robbing a bank, abducting kids, or beating their wife, too. I can't agree to turn a blind eye. And I'm definitely not quitting my job because defending a rapist in court might make some people want to slug me. Tough. Cookies. I follow the law. And the law provides protections for everyone. Innocent until proven guilty. I'm not going to rehash why that's good."
During his entire dialogue, Aurum had never stopped talking to give Riley a chance to interject. Apparently, responding to every little thing she'd said had been important to him. Because she was mad at him for being an upstanding citizen, and that was not okay.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 19:17:53 GMT -6
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Aurum stood his ground. This was important.
"Riley. I'm not planning on going around, saving damsels in distress like some sort of costumed superhero. I called the cops. Next time, maybe I won't tell the guy I'm calling the cops. But I made a judgment call this time, and I'm standing by it. I'm not going to not call the cops on someone who does something like that. If my life had actually been in danger, I'd have defended myself."
The guy had just been a coward, hurting someone weaker than him. And himself. That was all. If things had been serious, he'd have protected himself. But he wouldn't have backed down.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 17:54:09 GMT -6
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"Think about what?" Aurum said blankly. "And yeah. I did sit in my seat pretty nonchalantly. Just called the police, reported it. He punched me. I told him to stop, and cited all the reasons and evidence against him. He stopped. We all waited at the bus stop for the police. And nobody got hurt. Witnesses reported. I gave my statement. And he got taken in for questioning. Justice, in other words." Pure, clean justice. "It's fine, Riley. Really."
Had he known she'd flip out over something this tiny, he might have gone to his place instead of hers. He hadn't even checked a mirror. Was there something on his face?
