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 didn't normally like libraries very much. Or rather, it wasn't that he actively disliked them but more to the point of fact he just didn't find them very interesting. Books were just words on paper and those were not nearly so entertaining as all the myriad of fun things he could actually be doing in the world. Why read about something in dry dreary pages when one could be out experiencing the world for oneself? He was a performer not an academic.
As a presently 14 year old teenager, however, Juka soon discovered that he was required to do reports for high school. This should not have been much of a shock to him as he had gone through high school once before but, alas, he had put many of those unpleasantly tedious memories squarely out of his head. They would have staid that way too except that circumstances required him to be a teenager again and go back to school. Circumstances. What normal person could ever say that?
Head down and mentally grimacing to himself, Juka idly scanned the shelves, in theory looking for things on US history. The theory wasn't exactly panning out as the concentration needed to find the books that were required was utterly lacking. How did regular teenagers do it? Or people who were not teenagers for that matter? It was just so boring!
In aimlessly wandering and trying desperately to will his impending report away, he almost walked past the distantly familiar woman with the blond hair. If he recalled correctly, her name was Lori and it had been a very very long time since he had seen or or anyone else familiar in the city, for that matter. He froze like a deer in headlights, unsure whether to turn around and flee madly or actually approach the woman.
"Oh it is," Juka agreed with a grin. Of course, flying was only a good way to escape if there was somewhere to fly to but the kid didn't need to know about the less pleasant aspects of his past. Just because some bad things had happened to him didn't mean he should then become all emo about it.
"Age shifter, interesting." Juka watched in rapt interest as Clyde went backwards a few years. It was faster than his ability to alter his age, much faster. It was also an affirmation that he might need to help him protect himself. He might have been able to make himself and others young again and that might have caused him more grief than he could possibly imagine, but he had nothing on Clyde.
"Amazing," Juka stated honestly. "But be careful with that. I don't know if you can do that to others or not but...well, lets just say some people are selfish and will try to use you for your powers. The prospect of eternal youth is a powerful motivator and not everyone is so pure of intent as myself."
Juka bowed and grinned, seeing the admiration clear upon Clyde's cute little face. Or perhaps the admiration was half in his own mind, but that didn't really matter, did it? He knew he was fabulous and that really was the most important thing. If others didn't realize it that was their problem.
"Its your loss," Juka agreed with a careless shrug. "As for how I discovered my bubble, it just kind of happened one day. I was stressed and depressed and wanted to get away and suddenly, I could. It took a while to actually get the hang of it, of course, but that came in time." It wasn't the happiest time in his life but it was far from the worst. Probably his childhood hadn't been that terrible.
Door securely closed behind them, Juka took an elaborate bow before a giant bubble appeared around him. He grinned at Clyde before effortlessly lifting the bubble and him inside of it off of the ground and up to the ceiling before zipping all around the room and settling back onto the ground. A moment later the bubble disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence.
"I'm a bubbler and a fountain of youth. I can kind of control time inside my bubble. Well, sort of." He never really had figured out how to explain that part of his power, but that was just about as good a description as any. "So, you want a ride?" He waited and watched, anticipating the response of his audience of one.
Shopping. That's exactly the activity Juka had planned for the day. As it turned out, it sucked being a teenager again and going to high school every day. Or at least, going to high school as much as he could stomach going to high school. The first time around hadn't exactly been great and the second time around was turning out to be even worse. He knew it was necessary, kept trying to convince himself it was necessary, but it still sucked the big one. Maybe his shadowing enemy had forgotten all about him and he could end this absurd charade? Fat chance of that happening though.
Today, Juka decided, he was not going to school. Screw school and learning and all his supposed peers who just thought he was a weird freak. Screw it all, he wanted to spend some money. And money was something he had in plenty. Not, of course, that he had ever been lacking but recently well off had transformed into so much money he hadn't the faintest idea what to do with it all.
A quick bubble ride to the edge of the city followed by a cab ride took him to the mall. Hair was appropriately spiked and style, makeup was done impeccably as always and a bright red cloak completed the look. Maybe he was doomed to be a teenager for a while, but he had failed utterly when it came to actually blending in. Being one of the crowd just wasn't him and that was that.
So what if the kid didn't seem nearly as enthusiastic as Juka thought he should be. It was probably tough living his life so he could forgive that. If he could manage to bring a smile to his face, however, that would be his good deed for the day. He would probably even be light enough to bring on a proper bubble ride, but one thing at a time, of course.
“Anyways, I'm Clyde. What's yo name?”
Juka blinked, realizing that they hadn't actually exchanged names yet. "I'm Jared and the pleasure of this meeting is all mine, my dear." It still hurt a little not to be able to introduce himself as, well, himself but perhaps that was just his ego singing in his ear.
The first classroom with a closed door the two came upon was locked, or so Juka discovered after wiggling the handle. The second door, however, opened quite successfully. He ushered Clyde inside and prepared to close and lock the door behind them. It wouldn't do to have someone accidentally walk in on them. "So, my dear, are you ready?"
Now that Juka was actually getting the opportunity to show off his powers to someone who might, just might, have some understanding of some of the things he had gone through he was actually rather excited. Besides, he was a showman and a performer at heart and not being able to do so was almost worse than the unusual experience of going through high school as a teenager a second time.
"Come with me then," Juka beckoned with a mischievous grin. "As for what I can do, well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise now would I?" He paused for a moment before realizing that there might be some concern about his powers actually being dangerous. "Don't worry though, I promise there's nothing dangerous about them."
It was just a matter of finding an empty classroom now. Of course, showing off his powers properly worked much better when outside, but privacy in the middle of the day negated that as an option. Alas, maybe one day he'd be able to perform properly again.
Juka could tell the kid wasn't going to be so easily convinced and that was probably understandable. He had chosen his age, to be younger and thus fly under the radar of his enemies but what if it hadn't been a choice? Not that he knew one way or another what his story was, but how terrible might it be to be trapped in the body of a child for all of eternity? He was pretty sure it wasn't something he could deal with.
"Look," Juka implored, keeping his voice low enough that only his target audience of one could hear, "I understand why you don't trust me. Probably I wouldn't either in your position. I'm a bit weird and haven't really shown you much to prove what I've said. Maybe you'd give me the opportunity to show you? Not in here, where everyone can see, but maybe in an empty classroom or something."
Probably he was being taken as desperate now and maybe he was; desperate for someone else who could understand. This was the closest he had come and he wasn't about to give up now.
So. Juka had been right all along. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it. Where did that leave him? He was placed into an unfamiliar situation having found someone who's experiences might just relate to his own and yet, clearly, they were different as well. He wasn't a child, for one, despite everything else. What did he do now? This hadn't exactly been something planned for.
"I'm 21 and I'm a mutant too." There, he had said it. His full secret was out and now he was at the mercy of a 16 year old child he didn't even know. Why did he do these things without thinking ahead anyway?
"As for my story," Juka shrugged. "There was a very bad woman hunting me and I didn't know what else to do. So, here I am a teenager when she's looking for a full grown adult." Adult. That was a funny word to describe him. His words were tinged with a bitterness he never used to feel.
“What exactly ah you saying? That you ah oldah than you look? You suggesting the same fo me?”
Well, Juka had all ready gone so far, he may as well go all the way, right? Hopefully doing so wouldn't end up in either him or the kid getting hurt. His own fate he could deal with. Maybe. But the kid's? If he got hurt because Juka was less covert than he should have been then he didn't think he'd be able to live with himself.
"Yes, I'm older than I look. And yes I think you're the same." He looked the kid in the eye, trying to read his expression and waiting in apprehensive anticipation for his response.
“It ought to be shared genius. Great minds think alike, right? So if someone else did it first that just means we’re both geniuses.”
Well, there certainly wasn't much Juka could do to disagree with that little piece of logic and he nodded enthusiastically. "Its not our fault that others think in the same great directions as us, right?" Something struck him as not quite right about that statement, but he shoved the little bit of doubt firmly down into the back of his mind. Surely it wasn't that important anyway.
Juka might have said more but at that moment the bell rang summoning them all back to their classes. He shrugged apologetically. "Well, my dear, it seems the endless tedium of rote equations and ancient history calls. I hope to see you around these halls and perhaps the two of us can make this dull place just a little more exciting, yes?" He winked and gathered up his bag.
It seemed like Juka had reached just about as far as he was likely to be able to reach without being direct about his suspicions and the reasons why. To tell or not to tell, that was the question. Oh how we wanted to be able to tell his secret to someone who might just understand his experiences but would that put his lifee in danger? Or even worse, would that put the kid's life in danger.
Taking a deep breath, Juka decided to take a gamble. Either he was right and the kid wasn't what he appeared to be and thus wouldn't be likely to tell his own secret (hopefully) or he was wrong and quite possibly screwed. What was life without a few risks anyway though, right? More fun that way. Or so he told himself right at that moment anyway.
"Look, I'll level with you because I think I'm right. Fountain of youth isn't nearly so far off as you think. You could say that's me. I'm not quite what I seem and when I saw you, well, I thought maybe you might be the same." Oh, the bitterness in his voice in stating that. Oh, what suffering that had brought to his life.
"Oh, I noticed," Juka agreed with a blithe smile, "I've just decided not to pay attention to any of that." He was nothing if not painfully persistent. If the kid thought he could out-stubborn the great Juka Miami, he had another thing coming, oh yes he did.
“Say what?!”
The shocked expression only passed the child's face for a moment, but it was enough for Juka to key in on. So, perhaps he wasn't so far off his original assumption after all, despite the other's repeated denials. Now, how to approach things from here?
“What, you mean like aging prematurely? Whatever,”
"Or, perhaps the opposite?" Juka offered, with an all too serious expression. His eyes searched the other boy's wondering what, if anything, to reveal. The idea of having someone who could truly relate to his own condition was almost painful in its possibility.
"I'm afraid my expertise lies mainly in clubs and parties," Juka answered apologetically. He tried to think of the things other people did in the city that didn't involve dancing, singing and crowds of people. "There's always Times Square, of course. You'd be amazed at the amount of things available for purchase. There's also the Film Forum if you enjoy indie and art movies."
Juka drifted in silence for a few moments. "I guess looking like you do must be tough. Interacting with people, I mean. I've seen how some of the mutants in this city get treated, especially the ones who can't hide what they are." His expression was sad. Maybe he didn't stand out like some, or at least not in the same way, but he knew what it felt like to be prosecuted and tortured. Not that he figured too many mutants actually got tortured, but nevertheless he knew it wasn't a pleasant fate.
Juka shrugged, his expression ever so innocent. Because, naturally, he wasn't anything if not a paragon of innocence. And fabulousness, musn't forget the fabulousness. "Well then I suppose, darling, you are going to have to put up with all my questions for the rest of the lunch break." He winked at the kid, letting him know that he knew that the kid found him annoying. Well, he would certainly change that!
“Tell me, why does this mattah so much to you?”
Juka shrugged once again, this time his expression slightly troubled. Now that was the question. The answer, of course, was that he was no stranger to appearing younger than one actually was in reality, but could he actually tell that to the kid? It might be dangerous to him and, if his suspicion was even slightly true, it might be dangerous for the kid. Which, of course, left him in a complicated position. Then there was the fact that his suspicions might actually be completely wrong and where would he be then.
Juka's expression cleared almost as quickly as it had appeared to begin with. "What if I were to say that I find the idea of being young with the illusion of being old something of a curiosity?" There, nothing too overt although now that he really thought over the statement, maybe it just made him sound crazy. Oh well, wouldn't' be the first time someone thought him crazy.
