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.
Juka stretched sleepily, enjoying his newfound freedom from his parents. He had only been in the city a few days but all ready he was immensely enjoying it. Not that he had payed much attention to the wishes of his parents, but now he didn't have to listen to their constant nagging! It was such a relief. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times...and...something wasn't quite right. Was it still night out? Had he accidentally woken up in the middle of the night, not quite used to the time difference yet? Or was it something else. He blinked again and looked in the direction of his alarm clock, expecting to see glowing red letters letting him know what time it was. And, with a growing sense of alarm and panic, he realized there was still nothing. Oh my god, Juka realized with absolute horror, he was blind!
Juka shrieked, fully panicking at the horrific realization, jumping out of bed and tripping over the covers and landing on his ass. He couldn't see! He couldn't see! What was he going to do? How was he going to function? And most importantly, how was he going to know if he was appropriately beautiful for others to see him? His mind spun in panicked circles. He tried to get back to his feet again, only to take 2 steps, trip over something, and once again fall to the ground. How does one cope with waking up and finding that one is completely blind? How does one even begin to figure out what to do about such a thing?
After several minutes of complete panicked terror, Juka began to calm down just the slightest amount. Taking a deep steadying breath he attempted to manifest his bubble. If he couldn't walk without bumping into something, then at least he could float and not hurt himself in the process. But there was nothing, he couldn't do it. And now that he was a little calmer, he began to realize that other things were strange too. Everything was dark but he was seeing...something...He had no idea what, it didn't make any sense at all and it wasn't any sort of vision he had ever experienced before. There was no color, for one thing but then again he couldn't make sense of the shapes and distances either. It just didn't make any sense!
And then he began to come to other realizations. Like the fact that his body didn't exactly feel like his body, it seemed to be thicker and, touching his hair, his hair wasn't nearly as long as he was used to his being. What the hell was going on here?
With another deep breath, Juka fought to calm himself down. Ok, he could figure this out, he wasn't a stupid person. His father had always told him that he was wasting his brain, after all, and that meant that he must have one, right? So, first thing's first, try and make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing. He sat and concentrated deeply on the images flashing through his...mind? He didn't know if that was quite right, but it didn't seem to be going to his eyes, exactly. Slowly, the jumbled images began to make sense of themselves. Over there he could see the bed that he had just fallen out of and over there a dresser. Tentatively he made his way to his feet and took a step in the direction that he believed the door to be. And he didn't trip or fall over anything! Juka let out a whoop of joy, and was startled to discover that it wasn't his own voice either!
Slowly Juka walked around the room, trying to get used to this strange vision that he had been cursed with. From what he could tell, it seemed to represent the world accurately but it was more shapes and locations rather than details and it kind of blurred within his own mind and confused him if he tried to move any faster than he was. Now he had to figure out exactly what to do next. He knew almost no one in the city except for a few in the Mansion, most prominently his friend, Jewel. So, he decided, that would have to be his destination.
Slowly and cautiously Juka exited the apartment. he was pretty sure that people would be able to tell that something was wrong by the way he moved, but for once in his life he just didn't care. Something was very very seriously wrong here. He was blind and trapped in what seemed to be a different body and all he wanted was to figure out what had happened and how to get his own precious, beautiful, wonderful body back. He had never realized just how much he loved his body until it was suddenly and cruelly snatched from him.
Then he had a truly horrific thought. If he was in someone else's body then what if someone else was in his body? What would he do then? And more importantly, what horrible things would they do with his body? And what if they didn't want to give it back? After all, his body was fabulous and perfect and who wouldn't want to have his body? He moaned piteously as he finally made it down to the street. Then he came to the realization that he couldn't even call a cab because he didn't have any money on him and he didn't know where he might find money in this strange body and this strange apartment building. Nor did he have any idea what part of the city he was even in and where the Mansion lay in relation to where he was in the city. Whatever was he going to do? How was he ever going to get to the Mansion and figure out what was going on? He sat down on the side of the road, despair coloring his features.
As Juka sat dispiritedly on the side of the road he gradually came to realize that he was still in his pajamas. Or whoever pajamas these were. He didn't seem to have a shirt on at all and he couldn't really tell what the pants were like other than the fact that he had them. And what if they were some garish color like lime green or something like that? How could something like this possibly happen to him? To him? He was Juka Miami and things like this were simply not supposed to happen to Juka Miami. He put his head in his hands, despairingly.
Fairly quickly Juka realized that no matter how pitiful he tried to look no one was going to just come by and help him. The old Juka, the proper and real Juka, could simply look despondent and any number of people would come and help him, giving him sympathetic words and pretty much doing exactly what he asked them. Such were the advantages of being as beautiful and amazing as he knew he was. But this body, this horrible, hairy imperfect body was not his and it was not amazing and fabulous and he did not have hordes of worshipful people to help him all of which served to be thoroughly depressing. He needed his body back!
Getting unsteadily to his feet, still not comfortable with his weird new half vision (or whatever one woudl call it, he certainly didn't know) Juka slowly and cautiously made his way to the nearest street sign. Surely if he could figure out what street he was on he'd also be able to figure out how exactly to get the The Mansion. All of his plans were dashed in an instant, however, when he reached the signpost and discovered that he couldn't read whatever it was that was written on it. He let out a despairing moan and jumped at the sound of his voice. It wasn't his usual high pitched almost feminine voice, but much deeper than he was used to. Not surprising since he wasn't in his own body, but that didn't make it any less of a shock.
So he would be forced to ask some helpful people where, exactly, he was. "Excuse me," he called out to a passing person. "Excuse me could you," Nothing. "Could you, umm, maybe," another one walked past. He was starting to get frustrated now. As Juka anyone would stop to help him, even if it was only because he was a fantastically amazing novelty. Now, however, bereft of his natural charms and perfection, he was seeing what it was like for the rest of humanity to get by in the world. Of course, it probably didn't help that he was only half dressed and looked like he had just crawled out of bed (which he had of course), but it was nothing short of horrifically depressing.
Ghost was walking somewhere when she opened her eyes. She knew that she walked in her sleep or sometimes drifted around in her sleep because she never seemed to wake up in the same place twice unless someone had taken pity on her and tucked her in. It was just strange to wake up while in the act of walking. Other people must have thought so too because they were whispering behind her back about it. Ghost turned around quickly to try to catch them in the act, but... no one was there. Blink.
In fact... this wasn't the Mansion. She reached up and scrubbed at her hair with a yawn before smoothing down the tops of her thighs with her fingers. More blinking. There should have been skirt there! Or Shorts! Dang this was one of those bad dreams where you go somewhere important without your pants! Ghost closed her eyes and took a sharp inhalation of breath before turning to run down the hall way. Not only did she not poof into smoke, she ended up bumping into a wall in her haste. This put her directly seated on her not skirted bum.
Ghost wibbled.
She'd seen these walls before. This carpet. The words Sanctuary whispered through her mind and she nodded. That was right. This was the Sanctuary. And where there was Sanctuary there was Lisa. Nice Lisa. Kind Lisa. Lisa with all the answers.
Ghost ran that way and tried to hide behind Lisa's desk so her pantified booty wasn't showing out the Sanctuary windows. "I don't know how I got here or where my pants are and I can't turn into air!" Lisa seemed to expect this kind of behavior from her, at least, she didn't seem to be confused or excited to see an X-man within her walls. She radiated kindness with a slight tinge of condescension and Ghost just wibbled. What else could she do? This was scary enemy territory!
"Is Meld here?" Lisa ushered Ghost back to what she called her own room and promised to let her know if she saw Meld. Meld was the nicest Sanctuary resident she knew and that was saying something considering that she dated one of the other residents before.
One steamy shower later, Ghost was picking through a definitely-not-her-own closet. There was a lot of black in there. Someone was whispering that black was good and she nodded absently along with them. It was okay, but there weren't any flouncy skirts in there. She had to settle for black pants and a black shirt with a high collar. She had to find out where her powers went! But traveling without them was a pain. She sighed and walked out the Sanctuary's front doors. Someone passing by must have suggested she find the subway. The Subway! That sounded like a fantastic idea! People used the subway to get places all the time!
Marching down the stairs, Ghost felt like everyone else was in a big rush. She just wanted on the train so she walked right up to the till before she realized that you had to feed it something in order to pass. The man behind her started to feel more and more grumpy as she tried to find that paper she needed to give it. "I lost mine?" She shrugged at the man and imagined him giving his to her. To her surprise, he did.
"T-thank you very much!" Ghost bowed slightly and made her way onto the train. The map on the train was all kinds of confusing. The people whispering behind her said all kinds of different things. "Shhh. You're distracting me." She informed a totally silent stranger beside her. He edged away after that, but Ghost was too busy trying to figure out the map. Why were they always so weird looking! streets were like boxes. These things were not.
With a sigh, Ghost gave up and just decided to risk it above ground. She got off a the next stop and as she exited the subway someone whispered for her to turn around. She was glad they did because behind her was a sight for sore eyes! Luke, a fellow X-man! "Luke!" Ghost's joy could not be contained! So when the whispers said hug she wrapped her arms around the blind man for a big squeeze. She didn't introduce herself since he always seemed to be able to know who was who. Maybe a special blind person thing with voices? "Where is your walking cane?" She lowered her voice to a knowing whisper, "Are you out of the bag? Deciding to be a mutant in public now?"
Juka thought he would die of despair before anyone took pity on him and agreed to help. Person after person simply walked by, paying no attention to the poor shirtless man on the side of the road and eventually he stopped asking for help all together. How could things have gone so horribly horribly wrong? How could he have found himself in another body, one entirely not his own? Who could have done such a thing? What had he done to make the world hate him so? His thoughts spun in horrible, agonize self-deprecating circles, each thought worse than the last.
When he heard the name "Luke" called out more or less in Juka's direction, he looked around for whoever this 'Luke' person might be although he didn't see anyone else but him, forlorn and abandoned on his street corner. Belatedly he realized that, perhaps, he was now look. It was someone else's body, after all, and logic suggested that this someone else probably had a name just as he had a name. And thinking of his name and the fact that someone was probably, even now, running around the city doing god only knew what to his body, set off a new wave of spinning depressive thoughts.
And then the stranger ran up and gave Juka a hug, before he even had a chance to react. He froze for a moment, startled, then hugged her back and started babbling frantically, not paying any attention to what she was saying about a walking cane or being a mutant in public.
"Oh you wonderful beautiful person, you have come to rescue me." Faint hints of his Japanese accent and a slight feminine lilt to his words remained, despite the deeper voice. "Oh its positively horrible what's happened, I woke up and my body was gone, horribly snatched by some jealous worshiper I'm sure, and I found myself in this dreadful body that doesn't even see properly. Oh, and I can't even see colors or street signs and I'm hopelessly lost and I need to find my way to The Mansion and I don't know where it is and oh you simply must help me!"
Finally Juka paused, his voice panicked. "Please?" It came out small and meek. Then, belatedly, he registered the reference to the cane. He hadn't even thought to look for a cane and he supposed this person must know whoever's body (Luke's?) that he currently inhabited.
As Ghost hugged Luke she was interested to learn that he was no wearing a shirt. More blinks. Well at least he wouldn't see her blush as she stepped back. "Luke, you will catch cold." And also people were starting to look. Luke didn't seem to be hearing her, though. He just kept saying things about being fabulous and how she was wonderful and... Luke didn't talk like that. Ghost and all the people whispering agreed.
"Luke, calm down. It's okay. It's me. It's Ghost." She took his hands and helped him feel her short hair and face. She didn't remember looking up this far to see Luke's face before, though. "Something strange is happening with our abilities today, I think. Mine aren't working." She tried and failed when keeping the pout sound out of her voice.
Miser Luke seemed to be having the melt down of the century. His voice was weird and he was weird. Ghost took his hands from her face and hair and tucked them into her arm. "I can take you to the Mansion. Be calm." He had said please after all... who was she to deny the please?
There was something strange and familiar about Luke who was not being Luke-like, but she'd never met him while he'd been crazy before. Maybe it was that she was feeling a little crazy herself today. Yes, maybe that was it. "I'm only doing it 'cause you said please." Because she didn't approve of jealous worshippers stealing bodies or... whatever he had sounded crazy about.
The problem remained that Ghost was out of her element. She didn't quite know where they were at the moment. She hadn't memorized every street and every station. Today was even her first underground subway trip! Ghost hmmmed and looked around for a while longer. People walked around them as if they were paupers begging for a sandwich.
"People are mean...." Ghost frowned wondering if it was Mister Luke's absence of shirt that was the problem. But that was silly. If there was a man in a bikini bottom with glistening muscles, they'd all look. Suddenly the females in the area started to glance more at herself and the Luke on her arm. They gave Ghost dirty looks and the shirtless Luke long and lingering ones. Ghost looked at him and didn't see anything strange... "Come on. We'll walk this way for a while. Maybe the bus will find us."
She tugged on his arm and tried to lead this Luke down the street. Where she was going was quite a bit beyond her.
Juka continued to blink confusedly at Ghost for another few moments, until she mentioned her name. That much got through to him, a familiar name from someone who had helped him in the past. She was nice to him and that meant she would hopefully be able to help him. But...was she in a different body too or was that just a trick of his weird new vision? "Ghosty?" he asked, his voice quiet and a little unsure. "It's not Luke. I don't know a Luke. Its Juka. Apparently trapped in Luke's body." As if that explained everything.
And then Ghost said she could get him to the Mansion and Juka hugged her most exuberantly. "You really are my knight in shining armor," he informed her magnimoniously. Things were going to be ok now. Ghost was here to help him and she was going to lead him to the Mansion and they were going to find out what was wrong and get his body back. And her body back too. And the world would go back to the way it was supposed to be.
Even as relieved as Juka was to have had Ghost find him he couldn't help but notice that she didn't quite seem to be herself, even not counting the fact that she didn't seem to be in her own body. She seemed more confused and indecisive than he remembered her being before. Not that he knew her that well, so perhaps she was just having a bad day or something. Yes, that had to be it.
"People are mean," Juka agreed with a despondent pout, but it only lasted a moment. Ghost had come to save him so there really was no more reason to worry, now was there? Shrugging his shoulders he followed her, though he was careful to keep a hand on her shoulder for balance. This sight really was strange but it seemed to serve his purpose and he simply knew that he would have his own body back in no time, maybe even in a few short hours. He started humming happily under his breath.
"Luke? Juka?" She looked him in the eyes and wasn't quite sure who to believe. Luke or Juka? He was being very confusing, but she did know that Luke wasn't an exhibitionist. He usually wore shirts, and well Juka did not always do that. "Luka, Juka, Luka, Juka, Luka~" That was really kind of fun to say. "This Ghosty is rescuing me-- I mean you! I am rescuing you! Again! Without soap this time!" She giggled at her own mistake. Nouns were funny that way sometimes. Slipping into the strangest places and being the wrongest things.
She hummed as they walked and soon the hum became a song. >Juka loves being rescuuu~uued and I am happy to---.< A thought occurred to Ghost and she stopped suddenly from walking while she waited for it to bubble up to the top of her head where she could understand it. Her face crinkled in confusion as she turned to Luka. "If you are Juka and I am Ghost, but you are also Luke, why are we not going to your apartment? Don't you want to go home?"
Also there was the confusion about which apartment actually was his home. Ghost didn't really know where Jake lived... no, Luke. Luke lived in an unknown location. Ghost knew where Juka lived, though. And if he wanted to go home and be pretty she could help with that too. She had eyes. Luke didn't. Not working ones anyway.
"I could make you pretty before we visit the Doctor." She was making the offer sound real tempting too because she smiled very large. Large enough for even a blind man to see. It was just as well that Luka didn't tell her that she was Hymn and not Ghost. That probably would have just confused her more. Because she felt like Ghost... a little. Well, she was pretty sure she was herself... kind of.
Juka stared at the Ghost that didn't look like Ghost. Now he was certain that she was acting strange. More strange, even, then he would expect of someone who had been trapped in another person's body. "Ghost, honey, are you doing ok? Should we maybe find you a doctor?" His voice held a note of deep concern and uncertainty. She was supposed to be his knight, not the other way around. How could he be expected to help her if she had gone crazy when he couldn't' even see properly to help himself?
"My apartment?" Juka asked. Strangely he hadn't even thought of going to his apartment. But then, what would be there for him anyway? He lived alone, there was no one there to help him. Unless, he realized suddenly, the demon who had stolen his body might be there! "The foul creature who stole my beautiful perfect body is sure to be at my apartment! We have to find him and force him to return what is rightfully mine!"
And then he realized the impracticality of such an endeavor. He didn't appear to have any powers other than this strange sight and he couldn't even bubble himself or anything else for that matter. And what if that foul demon had stolen his body because he coveted not only his physical perfection but also his precious bubbles? How could he defeat such a creature. He could have let depression take him again, right then and there, but then yet another idea occurred to him (he seemed to be full of them today).
"I have it!" Juka declared dramatically. "We go to the mansion and recruit an army then we march to my apartment and destroy the infernal creature who has stolen my body and force him to give it back to me. Its the only thing we can do." A pause. "Then we can go and get yours back too, as soon as mine is returned." It was the perfect plan, he decided. Get his body back, destroy the foul beast who had taken it, and then get Ghost the help she needed.
"Ghost, honey, are you doing ok? Should we maybe find you a doctor?"
"Isn't that what we're doing? Going to see the doctor at the Mansion for your body and my powers? I really miss my powers. Flesh is too fleshy for me.'" In all truth, she'd been far too used to being light on her feet. It was like being stuck in that synthetic body again. "I haven't felt like this since I was in the future." She nodded. It made perfect sense, really. If Luka was Juka then why couldn't she have a fake body too? But then again, she'd been able to use her power still in the future, just not her air body. It was all very conunding this conundrum.
Her puzzling took about as long as Juka's puzzling so when he exclaimed that he had the answer, she was definitely willing to listen. And the more he talked, the more sense he was making. People were stealing their bodies! "What are they doing with our bodies?" Ghost wailed. She didn't want an synthetic body with no powers. She liked her powers. It was very much a part of who she was.
"I don't think we should need an army... just enough people to kick in the shins of the body snatchers!" It was kind of him to think of her body too. What was it doing without her? So lost and lonely. "Let's go!" She started marching right that instant with a raised fist and a stout heart! "To the Mansion!"
Perhaps mistaking Ghost's enthusiastic motionings as a hailing maneuver, a taxi rolled up to the curb near Luka and Ghost's synthetic body. "Izzat Xavier's you want to?" He'd heard her emphatic shouts as well apparently.
"Yes, noble steed." And she ushered Luka into the back of the cab alongside herself.
Juka patted the Ghost who was not a ghost on the back sympathetically. "I miss my powers too," he bemoaned woefully. "I miss floating and I miss my bubbles and I miss the sky and I miss seeing." He completely missed the reference to being in the future so consumed was he with his own sense of loss and the loss of his oh so close friend Ghost. Oh the injustices of the world!
"I just don't know what they could be doing with our poor bodies," Juka replied dramatically. It was a horrible thought to even contemplate. He had thought he knew why they would want his body (was he not the most beautiful creature around?) but discovering that poor Ghosty had lost her body too made him reevaluate things. Perhaps it was some sort of horrible conspiracy to steal their bodies and their powers. What a horrible thought.
"Its a conspiracy, my dear friend," Juka stated mournfully. "Someone was jealous of us and our gifts and viciously stole what was ours. But we will get them back! We must get them back!" There was a rare note of determination in his voice. He wasn't quite sure how to accomplish the feat, but he was certain that someone within the Mansion must surely know.
Juka grinned happily at the arrival of the taxi and was contentedly ushered within. "Indeed Xavior's is where we must go," he agreed, nodding. "You are, my kind and generous man, our savior."
