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.
He scribbled the number down as it came. That... there... and that one... did that look enough like a '5', or would he mistake it for an 'S'? As she finished the recitation, he looked up from her. Got it.
And she was already slipping away.
>>"I'll tell you all about the recipe later then, oh, I'm Andrea by the way."
"Aurum," he replied. "You take care." Slipping the pen and post-it into his pocket, Aurum turned his focus to the man.
Beyond the man, lurking near the bookcases, a slug monster lurked... no, wait. That was Rosali. His mistake. Aurum hurried out the man's order, and set to work on the next customer, dipping down down down into the drown of midday traffic.
He could do it. He had the technology. He could make the fish and chips, stronger, faster, more savory, than the average hack-job restaurant chain. A bit of cayenne pepper, some salt... he had the seasonings. He had the flour, the baking powder, the russet potatoes, and the corn starch. What he needed... hmm... beer. And a couple pounds of firm-fleshed whitefish. Either tilapia, pollock, or cod. Aaaaaaaaaand... safflower oil.
That was it. By those ingredients combined, he'd make chips and fish!!
It was probably cheaper than going out to eat at some fancy fish and chips restaurant, too.
>>”You sir, have a deal.”
Aurum was pleased. "Great." He wouldn't disappoint.
They both rose from the table, grabbing their things. He grinned at her last comment, and turned to lead them out the door. "By Gold Roger's beard, I think we will."
By hook and by crook, they'd cast their sails. The map to the grocery store was drawn, and their destinies thrown to the foul whims of the wind. And walking. There was a whole lot of walking. To the grocery store, where Aurum could buy fish. And maybe some tasty potatoes. All for the insatiable hunger of a bonny lass from Ireland.
Because Aurum did not have a car. Yes.
It was most good the bank had been near his apartment, even better the cafe had been near the bank, and tantamount to destiny that there was a market Aurum knew of with good products within a five block radius of his apartment and the bank! It was only a shame this meant he and her would have to get exercise before they bought their cod.
He hoped she was hungry, because they'd earn this.
As they approached the market, Aurum upped his pace. They were nearly there. One last burst of speed, and he--!! Paused to open the door for Kealey. He smiled at her. "We're here."
After she entered, he followed her in. They were there. Aurum led the way to the first booth he saw, and ordered up a couple pounds of cut cod from the man at the booth. The man grabbed some fish from the patch of ice behind the glass, and took it behind the counter for cutting and weighing. A minute later, the man held out a white paper-wrapped bundle for Aurum.
Aurum turned to Kealey with a childish grin, clutching the fish in his hands. He looked at her expectantly, and told her the price.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 10, 2010 22:57:54 GMT -6
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>>"Yes actually. have you ever had Moussaka? My mother taught me to make it from scratch. Oh.. It's absolutely delicious when its prepared right...."
She was beaming. Aurum grinned right back. "No, actually. What is that?" It sounded good, but he'd never heard of it. Now he was interested. Maybe she'd teach him about something new?
>>"What about yourself? Do you cook?" She asked.
Aurum nodded. "Yeah, I--"
You know, it was always fun how, whenever he was on-duty, the lines for coffee just seemed to halt if he was talking to a pretty lady. Like magic. Like a stop sign. Like a magical stop sign of mystery. Someone really had to check phenomenon out with scientific tools some day... unfortunately, today was not one of those 'magical stop sign' days. The person behind Andrea coughed.
Aurum glanced to the brown-haired man in glasses, and smiled apologetically. "Be with you in a second. So, as I was saying, yeah." He retreated into the realms of cooking and girls. "I'm actually a part-time chef over at the Golden Bee restaurant on," he recited the address. "I'm always on the lookout for good new recipe. Maybe you could share it with me some time? . . . What's your number?"
He snagged a pen and a post-it note from nearby, and prepared to jot.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 10, 2010 22:44:54 GMT -6
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>>”Now if you could do that…. I’m not sure impressed wou…”
>>”Maybe what? It must be a good idea.”
He smirked to himself. She certainly sounded excited.
"Maybe," Aurum started off innocuously. "We could handle that 'tab issue' with a little grocery shopping. I know what I need to make some really good fish and chips. I've got the list all up here," He tapped his skull. "With your help, we could gather it... like bringing all the pieces of the treasure map together to find the gold."
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 10, 2010 21:59:04 GMT -6
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>>”I haven’t found much of anything I don’t like."
That was good. It meant he could go wild with his recipe choices. Maybe he could even try some of that Taiwanese curry that Shin had been begging him to make.
The curious smile turned into a full-on grin as she continued. 'Accepted the challenge'. 'Good as you think you are'? For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of those old 'knight in shining armor' stories he'd heard when he was a kid. King Arthur and the Round Table. Knights, stepping up to inordinate challenges for the whims of a lady. He was slightly amused. Aurum enjoyed a good challenge. As for the fish and chips place?
"I know a couple. The Golden Bee has a good 'fish and chips' special, if I recall correctly... but there are other good places I could point out." He paused, and considered something. After a second, he shook his head with a disappointed smile. "It's just too bad I don't have any fish at my house right now. If I did, I could make you some..."
He trailed off, giving her room for her next statement. The thought struck him. "Maybe..." He held his chin overdramatically.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Feb 10, 2010 19:15:05 GMT -6
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>>"No, no ith-" Pause. "...Its my fault. Honestly I'm not used to drinking things in paper cups...or anything this hot, really."
She apologized. A flutter of relief hit him. She wasn't mad, just tongue-burned. Well, that was good (and not good). She was managing to talk around the seared flesh, at least. Somewhat positive.
Or not?
>>"Thank you for the ice," she smiled.
"You're welcome..." He smiled back. Could he feel the vicious slug-monster eyes of Rosali on him? Or was that just the feeling one got when they were embarrassed about some mistake they made, and just wanted to get back on the right foot?
Her eyes fell to the reading material.
>>"... do you really think it's a good book?" She quested for truths. "... or were you just trying to be polite?"
The green girl's cheeks lit up a shade of red darker than their usual coloration, and she avoided eye contact to unveil a lie. Aurum had to admire truth-telling.
He kept up the smile. "I don't actually read romance novels, no. That doesn't mean I can't compliment a best-seller." And there was nothing wrong with reading. Though, perhaps there were better things to devour than 'candy'?
>>"..maybe you have some suggestions for fun things to do?...or read?"
She gave him a weak smile as she explained herself.
>>"I'm a tourist, you could say."
"Tourist?" He inquired. Aurum paused a moment to consider her question. He held his chin, and looked up towards that spot on the ceiling one often looked to for inspiration. "I'm more fond of mystery novels, myself. Or cook books. Cooking is fun." He returned the focus to her. "Do you like to cook?"
"Head-case isn't the term I'd usually use to describe interesting people," Aurum replied. He realized he'd dodged the 'family' comment, stuck on other things. He'd have to ask about that later. First, though...
He changed the subject, and drained the last of his mocha. Would she be alright if he took her to lunch, he wondered? For a moment, her eyes were drawn into a look of contemplation. Was she still uncertain about him, or...
>>”I could go for that. My treat though, it’s the least I can do.”
She decided. Aurum smiled. "Actually, I was thinking more that I could cook something for you. To prove I've got the skills?" He chuckled. "I could whip something up quick and easy. I think I have the things to make orange chicken with rosemary back at my place." Aurum paused to consider. He held his chin. Though, usually that took an hour to bake. "Or some sort of pasta dish. Those take a bit less time. Tell me, do you like sea food, or spinich?" He was being honest about the cooking thing, too. Right now, his emotions were focused entirely on pondering what would be quick to prepare and delicious. He hoped she'd take him up on the offer. Not that he didn't enjoy eating good food elsewhere. He just preferred to cook his own.
Plus, he'd hate to stick her with the bill. That wasn't very fair, even if she'd volunteered. He smiled quietly at her from across the table, curious of her answer.
Aurum smiled at the compliment. It should. Scent was half the flavor with hot beverages. He hoped she'd enjoy every bit of it.
>>"...I.. uh... It's not for me, actually. I'm, um, picking it up for a friend... my roommate, actually. She's a big romance buff. Loves the sappy stuff and... hairless men... "
"Right." There she went, making excuses about it. He'd hit the nail on the head. Usually, it was the guilty ones made excuses that hasty... complete with 'uh's. There wasn't anything to be ashamed of, reading that junk.
It wasn't like it was some sort of ploddingly-written Witch Detective story for teenage girls. Not even Ami would touch those.
>>"Is that the only register?"
The girl asked. He opened his mouth to answer, but was cut short as his eyes fell to the 'warning, hot' label on the drink.
"W-wai--... nevermind..." He'd tried to warn her... he should have told her when he'd given it to her, Aurum realized. Poor thing. Her first time, and she burned her tongue...
Would he have to apologize? Would she be angry? Would she...--
>>"By, thabt iths gud coffeh..." "...Do you have any icth cubes?"
Compliment his blend, and ask him for frozen water. "Sure." Aurum turned towards the ice machine. Couldn't make frozen lattes or iced tea without ice. He grabbed a small cup, and rattled out cubes until it was half-full. Then, he turned to hand it to her. "Sorry. I... kinda thought you'd see the warning label. It's hot..." He offered an apologetic smile. If she wanted to yell at him over it later, that was fine...
just so long as Rosali the fill-in manager didn't find out... she was a real monster.
>>"Vanilla and cream in coffee? I'm sold. How much will it cost?"
Aurum replied with the price. It was a fair price. Unlike Starbucks or the other big fat coffee chains, Full Circle was a reasonable establishment. They made they main money with books. Coffee and snacks were just a side-investment. A deliciously convenient side investment that let him play Mad Scientist with many a brew, but a side-investment all the same.
Aurum waited for her to plunk the money down, then turned to prepare the drink. Unfortunately for Andrea, the French vanilla coffee had already been blended, and prepared in the coffee machine behind the man. It wasn't something like a mocha, where the barista made it in front of the customer, no. Aurum filled the cup with the delicious coffee they already had 'on-tap', and popped a lid on it. He set the coffee down on the counter, alongside a packet of sugar, and some cream. The banana nut muffin danced its massive muffin self up onto a plate next to the beverage.
As Aurum completed the transaction, his eyes fell to the cover of the green girl's book.
Auburn hair and hazelnut eyes. Wait a tick, was that dude glittering?!
"I see you've picked a good book up," He commented. His eyes swung to the main register, expecting to see a particular Asian. He paused. Nope. It seemed today, someone was filling in. Jimmy, was it? Wait. No. This guy's name was Roger. Roger Moore. "Roger can ring that up for you, once you're ready."
Hmm. It seemed that they were both sorry. Aurum took another sip of his coffee, neglecting to think the stray thought of the narrator, 'sorry fools'.
>>”Can you imagine what it’s like to know what a person’s first impression is of you? And then everyone else they meet? ”
"I'd imagine it would be pretty tough," Aurum replied, turning his cup distractedly in his hands. "Like reading minds. It's one of the reasons I've never wanted to be a 'mind-reader'." And for those on the receiving end of that 'mind-reading'... Aurum imagined they'd feel cheated, or that it were 'unfair'. Heck, if he were pettier, he'd have stomped his foot and pointed 'foul move'. He wasn't. His emotions never went there, either. He realized they were getting into deep issues now, and they were already both sorry and tense enough.
"So, coffee..." He changed the subject. No use putting the poor girl in a tough place. "It is different than dinner. Or lunch. You hungry?" He looked up from his coffee cup at her. The butterflies were finally receding in his stomach. That meant an empty belly. He really could go for something good...
