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.
"Well good, as long as you don't kill people than I fully approve of helping to make the streets safer at night." Juka nodded his head, satisfied with the ninja's answers. Not that he had expected him to be the murdering type, but it was good to be sure. "Its just that I met someone a while ago doing what we do, helping make the city safe, except instead of pummeling the bad guys into unconsciousness he killed them." He had to suppress a shudder, remembering the broken bodies Abyss had left behind.
Juka blinked at Koga's laughing response to his question and then grinned. He really should have remembered who he was talking to here. "You're ok now though, right?" he asked in concern. He didn't want to make it seem like he just using Koga to vent to, after all.
"Well, I haven't really told anyone except Hunter but...I think I may not be aging anymore." The entire story came out in a rush, with barely enough time for breathing in between. "First it just started doing weird things then I found out I no longer had to sleep or eat. And apparently I'm not even able to get injured or drunk or else I get stuck in my bubble. I found out it controls time then I realized I probably don't age any more and that fact is kind of messing with my head." He stopped talking abruptly, not too sure how all of that would sound to someone who wasn't facing the prospect of immortality.
"Uh, if you want I can help fix up your stitches," Juka offered helpfully, in an effort to change the subject. He hadn't really meant to go on a gigantic rant like that.
Being caught by cops had never been much of a concern of Juka's. Of course, he had never done anything really bad except maybe tresspassing a few times or sneaking into clubs while underage, but still. What cop could possibly catch someone who floated around in a giant bubble? He suspected that Sawyer, with his super speed, probably had the same sort of attitudes as he did since no cop could possibly be able to run that fast and even in cars they were restricted by the rules of the road. "Oh, cops don't really concern me," Juka dismissed the worry with a flourish of his hand. In order to demonstrate his seriousness, he rebubbled, this time minus the speedster.
"Ooh, I lived in Seattle for years," Juka mentioned with enthusiasm. How ironic that they had both come from the same area. "I grew up there before we had to move to Tokyo. Its a good city, no doubt about it, but New York feels more like home now." New York not only had his new band but also had a number of people he had come to consider friends. Besides, it wasnt' like he couldn't visit Seattle again if he wanted to. It couldn't possibly take more than a day to float there, could it? "Hey, maybe we should visit the old haunts sometime. Its not like your parents need to know of you sneaking a way for a weekend." He winked at the kid.
"Parents are sadly like that," Juka commented, sympathetically. "My parents litereally kicked me out and disowned me when I started dressing like this." It was a fact that he had mostly come to terms with, but every so often he felt a pang of remorse at the entire situation. If only they could have been just a little more understanding.
"How positively lovely to see you out here," Juka replied to Koga, also in Japanese. So few people around the city spoke it and it felt good to exercise his knowledge. He was afraid that if he didn't use it at all he might lose the language all together, and that really would be a shame.
"The baddies must be terrified," Juka agreed, smirking. It was good to know that he wasn't the only one patrolling the streets in an effort to route out and punish evil doers. Or at least, wasn't the only one using non-lethal measures. He hoped. On second thought, maybe best just to confirm that thought.
"Uh, Koga, just so we're clear, you don't kill anyone while you're out patrolling the streets right?" Juka remembered all too well the measures Abyss used to punish the bad guys and he simply couldn't hang around anyone that took killing that casually.
"I guess I have been a little distracted lately. You ever have to deal with your powers dealing you a completely unexpected blow that just isn't easy to process mentally?" Juka sighed, still unsure what he thought about his whole ageless state.
"Why thank you my dear, you're outfit isn't half bad either." It needed a little work, by Juka's critical eye, but nothing that a few hours and a sewing machine wouldn't fix up nicely.
"I'll do some investigating too," Juka agreed nodding at Gawain as he prepared to leave. His first thought was that he could float over to Sanctuary, wait for her to leave, and spy on her from the sky but that was quickly scrapped due to the fact that if she tried to kill someone else he would have to try and rescue them and then she might try to kill him again and he didn't really want another near death experience. Oh well, he'd think of something.
"Not telling anyone else seems like the perfect idea to me," Juka agreed with a wink. Jewel, if she found out, would probably kill him and Shana would worry her pretty little heart sick, she was sure. Neither of those things sounded good.
"We will be potentially suicidally nuts together than. I'll let you know if I find anything out." Juka waved at Gawain as he exited the room.
In Juka's mind, the kid's insistance that he still liked his own means of travel better was just an attempt to assuage his sore ego because, really, how could it possibly compete with a floating bubble? Answer? It clearly couldn't. But he let the comment go because he knew how fragile mutant egos could be, especially young mutant egos. Secretly he knew bubbles were the best ever, even if he couldn't say as much out loud or in public.
"Climbing isn't really an effort for me," Juka answered with a laugh. "You know, the whole floating thing. But if you want to climb, be my guest." Physical exertion in general wasn't really his thing as it was almost entirely unneeded given his power. Physically he was rather slow and weak and the first to admit it, but his bubble could lift things many times heavier than even the strongest human being could. There was a physical size limitation, of course, but he'd never actually found what the weight limitation was, if there even was one. He knew he could lift anvils with ease and hell, his main bubble could probably even lift a car if it was a small one.
"So, where are you from anyway?" Juka asked, wanting to get to know the kid a bit more. Even if his first impressions hadn't exactly been positive, it seemed like he might have some potential now that he had him alone. "And what brought you to New York?" As long as there were no repeats of the whole cookie theft situation, he seemed to be all right in Juka's books.
"Don't be so modest," Juka scolded lightly. "I can tell just by looking at you, you lovely angel, that you must have more talent than you know what to do with." Modesty was not a shortcoming that Juka had to deal with and in fact had been told on more than one occasion that he would do better to bring the ego down a little but, but when you're good you have to let the world know you're good. Or so was his philosophy anyway.
"Sometimes you just have to follow a whim," Juka nodded sagely. People had also told him that curiosity and getting involved in things that really didn't concern him was another of his shortcomings. "When something potentially fascinating is going on, how can any mere mortal be expected to resist the allure?" Too bad most people didn't seem to agree with that particular philosophy. Just because he was open about just about every aspect of his life, including his bedroom life if people cared to ask about it, apparently didn't mean that everyone else was.
"Oh, I don't live here all the time," Juka explained. "I've got a lovely little apartment near Central Park where my kitties live. First I start coming here for my Jewelly and then I just started making all sorts of friends that I couldn't resist coming back. Besides, when you don't sleep its just more interesting here than a little appartment." Sometimes the whole not sleeping thing really was annoying.
Juka breathed an audible sigh of relief when he heard Saph's familiar voice. When the unknown guy had entered just moments before he had thought everything might be over right there. So maybe he didn't have the most intimidating of powers, but in a place like this, especially with copious amounts of alcohol involved, it was difficult to predict exactly how people would react to a floating bubble. There was a 50/50 chance that they'd react with violence and that wouldn't be good either for him or for his two companions. He felt bad for having to drag the both of them off from inside the club, especially Sam who he'd just met, but just didn't know what else to do.
Juka floated up and out of the bathroom stall, hovering above the top of the door. "Saph, I seem to have gotten stuck in my bubble." Although still far from positive, by this point he could swear that the world was beginning to look and feel a little clearer than it had when he had first gotten trapped in his bubble. "I don't know what to do about it." He pouted and looked forlornly towards the window which was far too small to float through. "Can you help me?"
"Hey Massochist," Juka waved happily as Saph finally arrived. "How about we kick this maze's ass, yes?" He peeked inside, surprised to see not just any maze, but a rather colorfulness maze. A rather colorful maze with some rather familiar features. Features that should not be in the real world. Features, it seemed, that were taken directly from video games, a fact Juka knew because of friends who played for hours in his presence.
The bushes that made up the maze itself weren't bushes at all, but rather densely put together little green dome-like treese, straight out of Super Mario Brothers 3. Floating into the maze itself he looked up to see fluffy white clouds, a very blue sky and an orange sun, all of which appeared to be straight out of a Mario game. He blinked and looked back at Saph. "Is this what I think it is?"
Juka's first thought, upon entering the maze, was that he could, perhaps, simply float above it and get to the end that way, bringing Saph along for the ride. It struck him as a little bit too easy but he had to try just in case. Maybe Shin had conveniently forgotten the fact that he could float? He began rising into the air but the moment he got above the treeline, the little orange sun that looked so sweet and innocent way up in the sky, spun around in a circle and then dive bombed him. Juka barely managed to dodge without getting singed by the evil animated sun before returning to the ground. "Well, I guess floating out of here is out of the question." He glared at the sun which he could swear was smirking down at him.
"Trouble does seem to follow the x gene around," Juka agreed, thinking back to some of his own experiences. The first thing that came to mind was the giant clay cthulu monster that he and many others had helped defeat at christmas. He'd also had a few run-ins with those with a less than pro-mutant outlook, those being some of his least favourite experiences. Some people, it seemed, would just never learn to accept what was different which really was quite a shame.
"A plane ride is nothing at all like a bubble ride." Juka's voice was just a little condescending. Maybe the kid didn't yet know the difference between the two, but he soon would.
The kid remained remarkably stoic during the whole trip, though Juka was pretty sure he detected a hint of a smile. He knew he was good, no doubt about it, and the kid new it too even if he was too stubborn to say anything. The thought that Sawyer was remaining quiet for fear of Juka losing concentration didn't even occur to him. He had been floating for years in his bubble and it took very little effort for him to maintain it and command it to do his bidding. Now his time manipulations, that was a different matter entirely. He still barely understood what he could even do with that let alone how it worked.
Once they arrived at their destination, in less time then it would take a car to arrive there between traffic and the less than direct roads, Juka made a slow and lazy spiral downwards. He began high above the statue of liberty, allowing for the best possible view, and slowly rotated around it until he eventually returned to the ground and unbubbled the two of them. "So, what did you think? How does it compare to running down the street at 100 miles per hour?"
Juka only had a moment to wonder what kind of person would design a program with giant killer robots covered in floral print before the missile he was warned about shot out directly at him. It was only because of the warning that he was able to dodge the missile, mentally jerking his bubble hard to the right and putting one of the anvils out in the way of the missile. The missile collided with the anvil in a bright explosion, the force of it forcing his bubble to spin off several feet before he managed to regain control of it. The anvil, hard dense metal that it was, was mostly unscathed except for a slight impression where the missile had hit and a large black smoke stain.
"Can these things actually kill us?" This was Juka's first experience in the Danger Room and that seemed like a very good thing to know. He was all about practice, even dangerous practice that could potentially hurt him, but death seemed like the sort of risk that he only wanted to take in real life and even then he'd rather avoid it if at all possible. Surely there must be some safety measure in place, just in case?
Juka had never fought giant flying robots before but, so long as they didn't kill him, he figured it would make for an interesting experience. He sent his anvils spinning around him at high speeds. The trick would be to keep aware of the missile firing mechanism on the robot so as to either avoid said missile or stop it with an anvil, while at the same time going on the offense. He might be good at dodging but he could only dodge for so long before the machine got lucky and he wasn't about to let that happen if he had anything to do with it.
Patiently, Juka waited for a second missile to be fired and this one, because he knew it was coming, was dodged much easier. As it approached him at high speeds, he moved his bubble above it at the last moment and it crashed into a nearby building with an audible *BANG* as rubble went everywhere. They weren't getting points for avoiding environmental damage were they? A moment after the missile was fired, he darted into range, anvils swinging as hard as they could at maximum range.
So, Gawain agreed with his whole insane observation. Somehow that didn't comfort him one little bit. It was official: They were going to get themselves killed.
"I know where to find her," Juka supplied helpfully and with a far more cheerful tone of voice than he was really feeling right at the moment. Not being able to find her would have been a lovely reason to abandon their potentially suicidal plan. "Or at least I know where she lives. Abyss showed me the place, called Sanctuary. Lots of mutants live there, kind of like the Mansion only its like a homeless shelter for mutants rather than a school." And it housed a lot of scary mutants that probably wouldn't be very fun to have to deal with if it came down to it.
"Finding out more about her sounds like a great idea," Juka agreed. Even if his motivations in agreeing were more along the lines of wanting to put off actually trying to help her in person for as long as possible rather than actually figuring that would be in some way beneficial. Because, you know, the whole potentially dying thing.
A blink followed the statement of promised dance lessons. "...I guess that would be a good place to start then."
It seemed like Juka wasn't the only one with a desire to protect the cookiefull product of all sorts of hard work. Although he wasn't as much in the habit of threatening people as Cafas seemed to be, partly because no many took the threats of a colourful cross dresser seriously and partly because he just wasn't that mean, he still had to appreciate his attempt. He gave a nod of agreement in the other man's direction. That would show the evil cookie thief for sure.
"Seamstress sounds like an amazing idea," Juka agreed with Koga. "Either that, or if you trust me enough I'm sure I could come up with a costume for you and make it appropriately fabulous." Ninjas, it had to be said, were awesome and reptile ninja boys even more so. There were very people that Juka knew that could capture that awesomeness in the way he was certain he could. Now, all that was left to do was to convince the ninja to let him try his hand at it.
Juka glared at the speedster and his sarcastic echo of his own polite question. But, sarcasm or not, at least the kid was now asking permission to take a cookie which was a definite step up from his previous rude assumption and so Juka would let it go. This time. And only because Verdy didn't seem to mind to much.
Juka accepted his own cookie from Verdy gratefully. "These are delicious," he informed her, taking a bite. "You have a talent, my dear, truly you do." He also accepted the glass of milk which was the perfect compliment to the still warm cookie. "Might I suggest we all move somewhere a little less crowded? The living room perhaps?" The kitchen, alas, was simply not made to hold 5 people all at the same time.
"Is it really any worse than the fact that I float around in a giant bubble and I still seem to be attracted to trouble?" Juka asked back, smirking. Once again he thought about picking up his anvils but, once again, decided that returning to his room just wasn't worth the effort. What could really happen during a trip to the statue of liberty, after all? Surely nothing too bad...Unless one counted hordes of anti-mutnat rioters, giant cthulu monsters or evil girls with pink auras and an attraction for killing. Besides that, nothing at all.
Juka tried to remember if he'd met anyone that seemed either saint-like or creepy lately. Saint-like pretty much failed, though maybe he had a different idea about what saints were like, and creepy could only conjure up the image of Aura who had tried to kill him a few months ago. Other than that, everyone had seemed posatively lovely. "You just need to give them a chance," was the only advice that he could really offer.
"Oh, I'm quite certain you've never had a ride like this," Juka answered, a knowing smile on his face. He accepted the teen's hand and took a step closer, bubbling the both of them. A moment later he began to rise into the air. He took Sawyer's comment as the challenge it was and as soon as the bubble was high enough to avoid being easily seen from below, sped off. While he knew he wasn't as quick as the kid, he could certianly do a lot more in the air, bobbing, rolling and spinning like the most wild rollar coaster in existance. He took a look at Sawyer's expression, making sure he wasn't going too overboard. After all, some people were known to be terrified of heights and others tended to get sick if he made the ride too crazy.
"You simply must show me your work," Juka informed Kealey enthusiastically. His own costume was all ready done, of course, purchased and custom modified very recently but that didn't mean he wasn't curious to see what others came up with. If nothing else he needed to ensure that his remained the most epic of them all because he simply wouldnt' accept anything less than that. It wouldn't bee seemly for him to float around in anything less than the best, after all.
"Emotionmancy is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of." Of that fact Juka was quite certain. He could imagine how much a talent like that could help him while performing, being able to influence the crowd to be even more into the music than they otherwise would be and giving him that extra little boost above the competion. Of course he had no problem holding crowds in the palm of his hand, as a performer the crowd was his for the manipulating. Every chord, every word, every gesture was an attempt to get the crowed to react exactly as he desired and he knew he was good at it. But, one could never have too many tricks up one's sleeve, now could they? "And you most certainly aren't the only one with a talent for getting into trouble and butting in noses where they don't belong," he replied with a consiritorial wink.
"The base of my outfit was purchased, here and there. You'd be surprised how many lovely boutiques and second hand shops are around this city. Then I custom tailored the remainder of it myself, modifiying to make it perfect." Juka had always had a flair for fashion and for customizing his outfits but had never quite gone all the way to desiginging them from the ground up. Maybe, however, given recent developments in his life, it was a skill worth acquiring. Certainly it would be far more interesting than chess.
Juka posatively beamed at the mention of Venus. Apparently his on again off again companion was well known, a fact that didn't surprise him in the slightest. "You know my lovely Prince Venus? How wonderful for you. He is so sweet, isn't he?" Now that he was back to being in good working order (minus more than a few bruises of course) the lack of a Lori shirt ceased to phase him. Either she wanted him or she didn't and either way she was sure to make her wishes known.
Juka began inspecing the manny bruises that were starting to pop up all over his battered body. There were several pros and cons to this situation that he could see. Pro: his face remained unblemished. Con: the rest of his body would be aching for days. Pro: There was a beautiful woman standing before him minus a shirt. Con: She wasn't currently all over him nor, and this part was most disappointing, did she appear to have that thought in mind. For a moment he contemplated removing some of his own clothing but realized that Kai probably wouldn't approve. Too bad because if Lori saw his body then surely she would change her mind about her current lack of being all over him.
"Are you ok Kai?" he looked down at his new friend, feeling vageuly guilty about the entire situation. He had come here to apologize for the pokemon tournament and had somehow ended up wrecking his entire shop. How did these things keep happening anyway? "Do you want me to help you clean up?" It was the polite thing to ask, even if he'd much much rather be spending time with Lori. Preferably a lot of it. While they were alone. Or alone with their mutual Prince Venus. Yes, that sounded posatively heavenly. His mind wandered away.
