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 Feb 13, 2010 13:32:49 GMT -6
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>>"My mother taught me how too cook as well, mostly my grandmothers recipes."
"That sounds nice." Aurum replied. He always liked it when parents taught their kids how to cook. So often, it fell down to the children to learn their own cooking skills. Then, horrible creations came about... like middle school science experiments. Goat cheese and tofu pizzas, egg and cream cheese bagels... giant fairground chocolate chip cookies named 'cow drops'. The last one was probably yummy, but the title...
shudder.
>>"I checked out a Mystery novel the other day, for the first time might I add." "It was a story about a Judge who found himself submerged in a murder and had to figure out who the killer was. I must say, it was vastly entertaining."
Traffic bobbled along. "Oh? Sounds fun. Right now, I'm reading one of Agatha Christie's books. Death on the Nile. It's pretty good. Christie has a real way with characters."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 13, 2010 12:30:37 GMT -6
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>> ”What section of the Full Circle should I be looking for his books in?”
Aurum shook his head with a wry smile. "He isn't, yet. Unfortunately. He's one of the many great unknown writers of New York. He's still working on that. Right now, he just helps manage the family restaurant."
>>”What kind of law? Please don’t say tax law…"
Tax Law. Darn. Now, he wanted to say it.
>>"I never pictured you as the layering type, but if I have to start thinking about you crunching numbers and pawing through tax tomes…my head might explode.”
Aurum gave a light chuckle at the image. "All sorts, although I'm looking towards 'criminal law'." Criminal law, not Tax Law. No Kealey head-explode. "I kind of want to be a defense attorney. Help those that can't help themselves. The shield against the prosecution's sword." He brought up his right arm to pantomime the curled arm bearing the shield.
Then, she told him what she did with her days. Aurum was impressed. "Fashion design? Lord knows, I have a lot of respect for anyone that can make something pretty." He grinned. "And, 'oh'?" His interest perked at her comment about being a 'kinda expert' on religion. "What 'kinda expert'?" In lawyer talk, there were either experts, or not-so-experts. There usually weren't witnesses who were experts in a 'roundabout way'.
((OOC: Next post, I'll have us hobble over to Aurum's apartment. I'm liking the peaceful walking conversation.))
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 13, 2010 12:13:58 GMT -6
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>>"I'm fine with either.. though, i haven't made this dish in a while, so i can't really promise anything spectacular."
"I'm sure we'll manage," Aurum replied, and led the way. He paused as they reached the van, and glanced towards the sound of 'giggling'.
Wait, wait, wait. Was she laughing... at his cute bee? He let out a jokingly offended gasp, then swung around to the driver's side and got in. He turned to look at her as she asked her question, popping the belt into the seat belt lock.
>>"So, you mentioned being a part time chef before? Do you enjoy cooking a lot?"
He looked her in the shades, and said "Yep."
"It's one of my favorite things in the world. I, uh, think you noticed the bee on the van's side?" He turned to put his hands on the steering wheel, and started the van up. He kept talking as he pulled away from the curb. "That's the mascot for my family's restaurant, The Golden Bee. It's on the corner of E 7th Street and Avenue C. I used to work there. Still do, now and then. My mom used to be a caterer, see? She taught me all about cooking."
He paused at the stoplight until it turned, then continued on, towards 'home'.
As Aurum waited, his eyes trailed over the various flower arrangements. There were roses, and tulips, and all sorts of other beautiful things. Some of the arrangements were really quite good. They reminded him of some of the decorations and garnishes people often put of fancy foods and cakes.
Side note: Little frosted roses were a lot harder to make pretty than they were to make splotchy. Mass respect went out for anyone who could arrange pretty things.
Speaking of pretty things.
Aurum's eyes hopped over from the rose arrangements, to Andrea. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then, she vanished into a side room.
Aurum smirked. Probably letting her boss know she's ready to go.
Andrea popped back, and summed up what he'd assumed. Aurum nodded.
"My van's parked outside. I was thinking 'my kitchen' was as good a place as any to cook. I've got all the ingredients for Moussaka. That okay with you? If it isn't, my mom's restaurant is pretty close by. She'd probably let me raid our kitchen."
After Andrea hung up, socked toes jumped from couch arm to wooden floor with a 'clack'. Aurum slipped off to his bedroom to get changed. A minute later, he stepped back out wearing a pair of tan pants, a black t-shirt, and black shoes. He rode the elevator down to street level, and went for the van.
25 minutes later, a golden van with a bee on its side pulled up near the Corner Stone Flower Market. Aurum parked it, locked it, and entered the shop.
He glanced around for any cute flower girls waiting for a ride.
A hop, skip, and a skitter away, they found the liquor store. Aurum picked up two bottles of brown beer, and had Kealey pay. Once they were done, it was time to return home.
They'd gathered all the pieces. Now, to get to that 'X'...
The walk was quiet, starting out. Aurum held the bag of ingredients close to him as they slipped down the street. His mood was positive. They had everything they needed. Kealey was chipper. Lunch would be fantastic. He was alive.
After a while, Kealey finally said something to break up the silence.
>>”Where did you learn to do all this cooking? Is that what your parents have always done? Is it a family trait, or were they the first culinarily gifted?”
Aurum smirked. "Actually, my dad's an author. He doesn't have as much cooking skill as either my mother or I. Doesn't get much emotion from cook books, I guess... but my mom..." Aurum trailed off knowingly. "She used to work in catering. Used to fix all sorts of good snacks for my t-ball teams, too. I guess I was a momma's boy, because it inevitably rubbed off on me. The rest, as they say, 'is history'... I took up a job as one of the chefs at my mom's restaurant during my last few years of high school, and kept on there on off and through my first few years of law school." He paused, and let that hang there with a grin. After a moment, he continued. "When I got my job at Full Circle, I spread my schedule out a bit. I couldn't help out at the restaurant as much, juggling that and school, so..." He shrugged his shoulders. "What about you? I haven't asked. What is it you do?"
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 12, 2010 22:23:25 GMT -6
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Near Tompkins Square park, on the corner of Fifth Street and Avenue B... That wasn't too bad. It was actually in the same part of the city as his apartment on 71 Broadway was... and right near The Golden Bee!
Aurum made a quick mental map.
"No, that's fine. Just a little out of my way."
>>"When do you think you will be on your way?..."
Aurum glanced at the clock, and pondered. "Hmm, I think I can be on the road in ten minutes. It won't take me too long to get to the shop."
He just had to get dressed, grab his keys, and drive. Though, hopefully New York Traffic wasn't too bad today. Ah, if only he could teleport. "So, I'll see you in half an hour or so?" Aurum queried.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 12, 2010 20:58:59 GMT -6
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Updated for apartment information.
Aurum lives on 71st Broadway, near the New York Stock Exchange, and within walking distance of Fifth Federal Bank. There's a bus stop by his apartment!
And a park.
03-29-2010, updated history to include more details on Aurum's education.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 12, 2010 13:14:21 GMT -6
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Andrea laughed as she told him the ingredients. Aurum smiled, and took it in. Onions, ground beef, eggplant... Dramatic pause. He sat up, and leaned into the phone, on the edge of his seat.
>>"... and , tomatoes, butter, eggs, milk, and cheese. I do have a few other recipes though if you are out of those items."
Aurum sat back, relaxing. He cast a glance towards the kitchen. "Yeah. I've got those. It should be no trouble. And it sounds good."
As for the matter of work...
>>"I don't think I need to worry about time...."
"Great." Aurum replied. "... So. Where can I pick you up?"
>>”What’s next? Do you need batter ingredients or cooking oil?”
"Beer," Aurum replied with certainty. "One bottle of brown beer. After that, some safflower oil. Then, I think we'll be set." He had most of what he needed back at his apartment, after all. No chef worth his hat neglected their seasoning rack. He still had potatoes left over from the heavy sack he'd purchased earlier that week.
Fun side note: He'd made potato soup the night prior. With some corn, some onions... all the good stuff. Real savory. Maybe they could heat some of that up and have it with the chips and fish? Fish and potato soup was a winning combination. And with some cooking magic, excess cod could turn into ingredients for chowder.
Aurum took a look around, then pointed the way to the next booth, and set off. He led Kealey through the crowd, to a booth that sold cooking oils, and picked the appropriate one out from the shelf. Again, he asked the price, and looked to Kealey.
She paid. The man held up a paper sack, and Aurum nodded. He could put the fish in that, too. Aurum shifted the package of fish into the paper sack. He held the sack under one arm, and swung his eyes to glance down the rest of the market.
He paused. "One more... but I don't think they sell beer here." They'd have to trek to a nearby liquor store.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 11, 2010 14:19:31 GMT -6
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>>“Take a good look at them all hero, you are risking more than your self, I will decimate you, every last one of you, if I hear much more from anyone. Do you understand me?”
"Perfectly," Aurum looked the behemoth in the eye with more confidence than he felt. He wasn't going to fight the guy. Massive Max was easily more than twice his size. That would be suicide. He would, however... take... the girl off the guy's hands. Aurum stepped forward, and held out his arms to catch her. Jupiter lowered the blond into Aurum's hands.
After she was safe, with two feet on the ground, he helped her towards the corner of the bank the robbers had specified. Aurum gave the woman a helping shoulder, and tried to keep as calm as he could for the both of them.
It was pretty obvious she was working, given the woman who'd answered before her, the 'flower shop' comment, and the wait. That was the way calls at work usually worked, wasn't it? ... She'd given him her work number, but she hadn't done it to ditch. She was just busy. Probably getting glares from the 'boss lady', or a customer. So, they'd have to come to the point.
>>"I would love to." She replied.
And there was the point.
>>"I just need to check one thing out first."
"Certainly," Aurum replied understandingly. It was probably the classic 'getting permission from the boss for a break' thing. He remembered when he used to be able to do that, before the iron rule of the Rosali slimed its way into existence. Back, with Ghost.
Aurum fiddled with the toe of his sock as he waited. Big toe goes up, big toe goes down. Big toe goes up. Big toe becomes obstinate, and just stands there, looming. Little toe wiggles hysterically, in absence of big toe activity.
Andrea picked up again.
>>"Alright, I'm cleared for a lunch, what did you have in mind?'
All toe-wiggling ceased. "I was thinking I could pick you up, and take you to a kitchen somewhere, and you could show me how to make it. And then, maybe I could show you how to make something in return. Maybe coffee?" He paused. "Though, it strikes me I might lack the ingredients for Moussaka. What's in Moussaka? Also, for starters. What is Moussaka?" He'd never gotten the answer to that question. He'd never researched further to find out. Where would the fun in that be?
She said she was 'cleared for lunch', though. Maybe they didn't have the time for what he'd planned...? He had the family van today. He could always pick her up after work. "If now isn't a good time for cooking, maybe I could just pick you up later?"
Oh, good. "Hey." He shifted the phone against his ear, and brushed a piece of newspaper off the coffee table so he could do what he never let Ami. Rest legs on table. One white-socked foot rose to hover, then paused, and swung over to the arm of the couch. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. "I was just calling to see if you still wanted to, or had the time, to share that recipe for Moussaka with me? I've got today off, and I thought maybe we could exchange recipes." Maybe he could show her how to make one of his favorite dishes?
"Corner Stone Flower Market. Alisa speaking." Pause. "Hello?"
Aurum glanced down at the post-it note again. Wait... he was sure he'd written that down right. He hadn't even tried to dial an 'S'... could she have...? He cleared his throat, and adopted a questing tone. "Is Andrea there? This is Aurum, from the Full Circle."
God, he hoped she hadn't given him a wrong number. That was so 'kid stuff'. It'd suck to have to use google to learn how to make Moussaka.