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 Jun 22, 2013 17:07:52 GMT -6
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She utterly failed in stopping him from stepping on-board. Short of shoving him out, she was out of luck. He wasn't planning to let her stalk off mad.
"I stopped someone from beating a woman. I'm not making a case. I stand by what I did. Even if it got me punched." He hit the button for her floor. "It isn't like I punched him. I didn't fight back."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 16:41:33 GMT -6
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The door unlocked. He approached her from behind. Only recently had he been gifted with a key. Context probably helped in this situation, he realized only too late. If he'd seen her step out of a cop car, he'd have had his questions, too. She was mad, in traditional Riley style. All that was missing was a huff. and a puff. To blow his house down. Was he a little pig in this scenario? Maybe. Although maybe that reference didn't fit as much as it should.
"Someone punched me for reporting them for domestic abuse on the bus," He said calmly, explaining himself to her back as the elevator took its sweet time coming down to her. "Officer Jecht was nice enough to give me a ride, so I wouldn't have to wait on a bus."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 15:55:47 GMT -6
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Problem solved, they turned their attentions to making an excellent meal, and holing up for the duration of the riots. He called his parents, to let them know, called anyone else who needed a heads up. Nobody wanted to get caught outside, and they'd already stocked up enough materials for a few weeks. People can survive on peanut butter and canned soup, right?
The meal was good. They finished it, and watched movies into the night. The electricity was still working. He'd checked to see they had candles, just in case. For some reason, it didn't feel like it was the end of the world. It was probably the company he kept.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 15:51:18 GMT -6
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Silence stretched luxuriously, enjoying the feeling of its arms behind its back. It held the pose, back arched, mouth curved in a peaceful smile as a small grunt of contented relaxation escaped its mouth. Someone stalked forward and punched it square in the jaw. It rubbed its face, frowning, wondering what the hell that was for. Aurum spoke. "Uh." He was off to a great start. "We can do something else, I guess. Do you like grilled cheese?"
If she liked grilled cheese, she'd like Quesadillas. He had some salsa, for dipping, or hot sauce, if she preferred. And it'd be far quicker and easier. And she was hungry... it'd be fine.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 22, 2013 15:44:14 GMT -6
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The man swore professionally. Aurum waited calmly. The man didn't try and more punching. Even if he had, he knew Aurum had him. Sure, he could kill the guy, but it only went so far, and the cops were on their way. The bus stopped a short while later. Everything was in motion the moment it had.
Aurum sent the photos to the cop's cellphone, gave a detailed report, and was an excellent witness. Several other bus-goers stepped forward to share their side of the story as well. Addresses were given, information shared. It took a little under half an hour. The ride home took 15 minutes. One of the officers was nice enough to help the lawyer out with a quick ride. It was on his route, after all. Aurum called home first, of course. He was aimed at Riley's building, after all. He hadn't given her all the specifics. "Hey Riley. I'm on my way home. Meet me in front? Love you. Talk to you soon." Anything about bruises and cop cars, he'd neglected... because they'd been so minor they'd slipped his mind.
As he got out of the squad car, his eyes turned towards the building's front doors. "Thank you," He drawled. The officer nodded. The moment he could, he pulled away.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 17, 2013 21:35:44 GMT -6
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"Actually, I wasn't planning to leave." Aurum replied soberly. "I've already got reason enough to stay safe... and all it'd take is a call to get the okay. I doubt the boss will mind."
He tried a smile as he handed her what she wanted.
"Alright. I'll get to work on the other stuff, then. I leave this to you." He said with a slight bow and a flourish of his hand.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 17, 2013 21:04:04 GMT -6
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Silence fell on the kitchen. His heart thumped in his throat. He didn't know what to say. It wasn't a feeling he experienced often. Usually, only with her. Funny how that worked. The feelings she'd felt, though... not so funny. More like terrified. Scared.
Aurum cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was actually pretty quiet out there on the trip home... but it could have been worse. There wasn't much I could do to get home, otherwise. I'm sorry you were worried."
He felt like an ass. A big throbbing ass that had its own reality TV show where it made an ass of itself. Which wasn't hard.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 15, 2013 19:40:56 GMT -6
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"Small favors," Aurum agreed. He moved around the kitchen, checking things. "You have enough extra to make more, right?" He asked her. He checked the fridge, the cupboards. Found some of the things he'd need.
With this sort of project, he'd have to divide up the work. Give her some simple things, leave the hard stuff to him, to demonstrate.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 14, 2013 20:50:28 GMT -6
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A slap is a very distinctive sound. One doesn't usually hear it, but when they do, they don't have to see it to know what it is. The brain knows, and instantly becomes alert. It does its best to find out who made that sound, and why. As demonstrated by Aurum, now.
The lawyer looked up. It didn't take him long to find the cause. The couple who'd been talking had moved on from talking to arguing. The woman was holding her cheek. The man looked pleased with himself, but angry still blazed in his eyes. His nostrils flared with that inner fire. A dark laugh escaped his lips, alongside a crude word directed towards his lady. Aurum's grip on his phone tightened.
There were several things he could do, in this situation. Several things anyone could do, really. They could get the guy's attention, and tell him to stop. They could step forward and put themselves in the line of fire, potentially assault the assaulter. Also an option. Or they could surreptitiously take several photos, of him drawing back his palm, hitting her, leaving evidence of the attack. Which Aurum did. Just one more, that was all. Caught in the act.
His eyes jerked towards the street they were on, he made some quick mental calculations, then slid dialed 911. He left the line on, but didn't bring his phone up to his ear. "Excuse me, sir?" Aurum got the guy's attention calmly, casually. He didn't look mad, didn't appear to be getting in the guy's way, just looked like the kind of guy using the kind of tone to talk about casual nothingness. "Do you know what the next stop is?"
The man sneered at him. "I'm kind of busy, here." he said. The woman sniffed. He turned back to his woman, and shut her up with another slap.
"Oh yeah. It's," He rattled off the address, into the phone. "Can you please send someone. There's a man assaulting a woman. I'm on a bus. We'll be there in one minute." His hand reached up to pull the cord that signaled the bus to stop at the next place it could. "Thanks."
"Why you--!!" The man's focus had suddenly shifted to Aurum, as had he, in his seat. There was the sound of movement. Aurum hung up. He took a punch. For great justice. He did not respond with any punches in turn.
"Probably a bad idea to do this sort of thing," Aurum commented, rubbing his cheek ginglery. "Especially leaving all this evidence, in front of all of these witnesses. Not smart."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 13, 2013 10:30:01 GMT -6
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'Hey,' he texted. 'just got done at court. omw home.' The message to Riley sent. Aurum glanced up as the bus rattled along. The couple were still talking. Nothing else caught his eye. His eyes dropped again to his phone screen as the bus made a turn.
The city was recovering, slowly and surely, from the riots that had happened within the past few months. Trust was still an issue for some. With the police, and with mutants, the things that had happened had been a big deal. Some organizations that had been out of the public's eye had made statements. And some groups that had been in the public's eye shied away from it. Damage control and all the resulting legal actions were almost more than the court system could handle... but then, the wheels of society were ever-turning, and that was the status quo. As for businesses, well...
Some shops that had been having troubles in the past had even more of them now, after much of the looting that had gone down. People. They did the worst things when morals and consequences were of no consequence. His family and friends certainly hadn't done anything like that. He liked to think they were better than that. He daily dealt with some who were not. As a defense attorney, it was his job to help them out, even if he didn't like them. To get them the best protections he could, within the law. Today's client was fairly routine, but his last one had been a doozy.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 13, 2013 10:10:29 GMT -6
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Deliberations were over. He could tell who wanted to be there, and who had wanted anything but. He'd gone down his laundry list of things he was looking for in a candidate, and things he wanted to avoid. Bias was a big one, but there were other, less obvious things. The prosecution had had its yays and nays, too. They'd both spoken with the judge. Now, the final jury had been announced. Once the judge had finished speaking, people had filed into the back of the court to sit down. Final orders for those who had not been picked had been given. Those people had left. A while later, the defense attorney walked out of the courthouse. His client had returned to their room, and everything had been sorted for the trial the next day. It was time to go home.
Rounding the building, Aurum's feet clapped against concrete. People passed on either side, focused on their own tasks and days. A man ate a hot dog from one of the city's vendors. A woman eyed herself in her hand mirror. The city bus pulled in up ahead. Aurum upped his pace, to get to it in time. The car he usually would have driven was in the shop... and he was in a suit. It would have been absolutely ridiculous to risk riding a motorcycle in that. Too many puddles, and things that could go wrong. He paid his fare, and got on the bus.
Full, full, full, open. His eyes scanned the seats, and found a nice one that wasn't occupied, near a couple who were lost in conversation. He sat down.
"Shortcuts," Aurum noted loftily. "Are for the pros. Although it doesn't work cutting corners. Cooking is often a science. It isn't like waving a wand."
This was not Harry Potter. Myth Busted. This was like diet coke and mentos, or numerous other high school science projects. Which was to say, lots of extra words and a puffing out of the chest with allusions to importance and illusions of importance. Maybe Aurum was having too much fun?
Since they were done cleaning, now came the important question. "What exactly were we making, again? I couldn't tell." He asked.
The sudden rebuff threw him the whole distance of a woman's light shove.
Oh. Well, that made sense.
"Right." His hand moved up to itch the back of his head as he turned awkwardly, looking towards the kitchen. "Well then." He guessed it was time to get started. Off he went to get pots, noodles, water, pans, and cheese. Preparations were underway.
In the context, it was not completely clear whether this hunger of which she spoke was physical or mental in nature. Which is to say, he was a Guy, and made his conclusion with the wrong brain.
"Hungry, eh?" He smirked at her expectantly. His words came out suggestive of the very best. "What for?"
A hand went up to tilt her chin to the prime kissing angle.