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.
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.
He pulled her in for a kiss, hands resting on her hips. Then, face close to hers, he said. "And it was like The Walking Dead. Trust me on this, Riley. We'll have to make do."
Aurum stood there for a second, looking into her eyes, waiting for what he expected would likely be a sarcastic, if-disappointed, remark. He wanted to hear one, so he could silence it by kissing her. It was a trap.
He ignored her scathing and incorrect comment. Not a date. Andrea hadn't thought it was one. Obviously, it hadn't been. It had just been friends sharing recipes, and later going to the zoo.
As for Viletta... he nodded his head. "Not even once. I like my kitchen clean."
>>"Show me how to do it right." She said. So, he did.
Easy mac? He winced. But, he could live with that... he supposed. If you called that living. She had some cheese. Cheese kept long, usually. Better than milk. Maybe he could make some real macaroni and cheese... maybe even cut up some weenies and toss them in. Hey. Don't knock it till you've tried it. Sometimes, the tastes of the common man got something right.
"I'll see you in a few minutes, then." He said, hanging up, already planning where he'd park. He got on his motorbike, started her up, and rolled down the street.
~*~
A short while later, there came a knock knock knock on Riley's chamber door.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on May 30, 2013 21:19:04 GMT -6
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"Outlook doubtful," He replied. Ordering in? In this riot? That was a laugh.
He glanced to the right, down the street. There was a convenience store not too far... "I can pick something up... if we want to risk it. Or we can figure out something with what you have in the fridge... which, as I recall, is more than before I stopped in last time. Didn't you only have a lime?" It had actually been an orange.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on May 30, 2013 20:43:06 GMT -6
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Day 3. He'd been sent home. The court house was no longer safe, and people weren't calling for lawyers. Viletta's husband had decided enough was enough, and he wanted her home. And she wasn't one to make her people work when she wasn't. Everyone else had been ordered to go home, too. Where had that left Aurum? Well. Simple. Standing on the street corner, with his cellphone to his ear, hoping the street would remain safe.
"Hey, Riley." He said. "Your apartment's closer. In this chaos, do you mind if I hole up with you?"
A car alarm wailed insistently in the background, and he glanced over his shoulder. Thankfully, it wasn't his. His motorcycle was safe by the curb, a few feet ahead.
"I know." He said. He struggled to keep a neutral tone. "That can be fixed. It bugs the crap out of me, but it can be fixed." Maybe not so controlled, after all? "But you aren't the first girl to ruin my kitchen."
He was forced to let go of her as she slipped by him brusquely, to mess with things on the stove. She seemed grumpy, upset about her failure. He got that, but he also felt like she was upset at him for some reason... he'd wanted to kiss her finger and make it better... his rushing to her aid had all been a setup for some sort of romantic gesture. It hadn't just been about putting a band aid on a finger.
Even though on the exterior he was being cool, calm, and collected, inside he was mentally screaming about the mess. Aurum really didn't like his kitchen as bad as it was.
He honestly didn't care about his suit. Ultimately, he had spares. What was important to him, beyond the kitchen, was improving Riley's mood. Just ordering in wouldn't do it. He made no moves to get the first aid kid.
"Riley... seriously. It's alright. You don't have to do anything special for me... but I appreciate the gesture." His tone was sincere. Also, slightly stressed. He hadn't really noticed it when he was stringing words together, and tried to ignore it afterwards, in the hope she'd do the same.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Apr 27, 2013 10:39:31 GMT -6
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"Clothes can be washed," he replied, calmly, without turning to face her. He was already moving things, and taking precautions so as not to spill on himself... a task in which he was a pro. Dealing with baby Amelias, and working in a kitchen, he had plenty of experience. God knows how many times he'd dodged a baby food ballistic missile in his lifetime. If worst came to worse (and it wouldn't), he still had backup suits. Lawyers were like boy scouts. The most important thing was to 'be prepared'.
One thing he hadn't been prepared for was Riley getting hurt. Pout had led to carelessness, which led to a clattering pot. He dropped what he was doing to come to her aid.
"Careful!" He had her hand and was looking at the finger. "You'll burn yourself." A bit of food had somehow gotten onto his pants leg, but he didn't care. "There's a first aid kit in the closet..." He stated. "Are you going to be okay while I get it?"
"Well," His eyes settled on her. "Guess I should help out. You hungry for thai food?"
With that comment, he swept forward and starting clearing off the kitchen counters. So much would be going in the trash. She owed him new crockery. Thankfully, it was all stuff easily replaced.
Without glancing back over his shoulder, he added wryly. "You look good, by the way. I like the apron. I'll have to show you around the kitchen some time. Cooking's hard. You could use a good guide."
He took another look around, trying not to notice the apron she was wearing, which was one of his, and now in need of a good wash. Side note, as he looked around. She looked good in it. Then again, when didn't she look good? Well. Probably when she was in an apron covered with trash. Actually, somehow... nope. Still good. That boggled him as he assessed the damage.
"Thank you," he stated. His head was still turning, oh-so-casually. "What," Aurum said. "Did you cook?"
It lacked the defining bag that trash came in, but it could have filled in for it on-stage, if the trash got mono or strep, and couldn't do its lines.
What had even been the idea, here? What had been the plan? He looked at the walls. At the ceiling. At the counters. He couldn't find it anywhere. So, he looked at her.
"Riley?"
She smiled at him, the best a prodigious baker could.
(( OOC: Directly Follows See, red. Thread contains both Aurum and Amelia. One post Solo. ))
"So..."
There hadn't been much talk about what had happened that day. The silence in the car was palpable. Palpable was a good word. Amelia broke the silence.
"I broke up with Gawain."
"I never liked that guy," Aurum volunteered an opinion. Amelia nearly swatted him.
"Hey!"
"He probably did something stupid," Aurum supplied. "Had to. To make my little sister this serious, and to dump his scrawny ass. It's my right as a brother to rag. Do you... want to talk about it?"
Her rage abated slightly. Even if she was mad at him, she didn't hate the guy. Okay, maybe she was a little bitter, but... she had his back on most things. But he was still just a kid. She told Aurum everything. After all, he was her brother.
Talking helped. On the way home, they stopped for ice cream. That helped more.
