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's ears perked at the the mention of costume work. There were to real passions that he had in life. The first was his music and the second was fashion. Was it possible that this lovely darling might have a talent for fashion as well? Only one sure way to find out. "You make costumes? Do you design them yourself or just put them together?" Nothing like asking directly to get the information desired.
Kealey seemed, at first glance at least, rather confident and capable so it was something of a surprise to hear that she sometimes felt powerless. "Well what are your powers anyway? I'm sure they must be something amazing. Everyone has their own talents." It didn't seem to be much of a leap to assume that she had some kind of power, given that they were in a Mansion filled with mutants.
Juka sent another glare in the direction of his evil chess book. Maybe with enough glaring it would start to cooperate and actually seem interesting enough to pay attention to? Oh, who was he kidding anyway. "I'm starting to think I don't have the mind for it either. Too scatterbrained." He grinned, perfectly willing to admit his own shortcomings.
Judging by his hesitation, Gawain appeared to be just as confused as Juka was. And judging by his eventual answer, he was just as crazy. Because the two of them had to be absolutely positively nuts to even contemplate helping a psychotic mutant killer who wasn't even socialized enough to understand the basic concept of currency.
"Are we completely insane to be even considering this?" Juka had to ask just to be certain. Because he was certain that he knew what he thought about the whole situation. But if he thought he was crazy maybe that meant that he actually was and maybe if he actually was that meant this thoughts on the matter might be compromised. Could someone who was crazy know that they were crazy? He was starting to make his own head hurt.
"So, if we are doing this, where do we even start?" Juka's mind, ever a little random, suddenly wondered if she still had the parrot he had helped her buy.
Juka gave the mutant teen a bit of a strange look at the mention of fighting a gang of drunken mutants. Was he probe to attracting that kind of trouble? Maybe it would be best if he brought his anvils with him but a moment later he decided against it. They were, after all, back in his room and he didn't really feel like going back there and potentially having to answer questions. Especially if he was just about to break someone out of the Mansion who he was probably not supposed to be breaking out.
"Are you prone to attracting trouble?" Juka asked. After all, it was better to know these things ahead of time. Some might have even accused Juka of attracting trouble but it was more a case of the fact that he tended to pursue trouble rather than actively attract it. Maybe it was more difficult to attract trouble when you could just float away from any trouble that found you.
"Technically I'm not a student so maybe that's why I don't fall into the goody-two-shoes category," Juka supplied helpfully. He hadn't really thought of anyone at the Mansion in that way before, really but now that he did bother to think about it, he supposed he could see the kid's point. There were at least a few that had the whole, do the right thing vibe about them. Some might even put Juka in that category, after all he did try to help people and he did fashion himself a sort of super hero, but he also wasn't the type to pay much attention to rules that didn't concern him. Or at least, rules that in his mind didn't concern them, even if they were technically meant to apply to him.
"If its the statue of liberty you like, its the statue of liberty you shall get." Juka landed on the ground and debubbled, extending a hand to Sawyer. The kid might be faster, faster than Juka was even in his bubble, but he was certain the kid had never experienced anything quite like a bubble ride before. "Take my hand and I promise you the ride of your life." A promise he was quite confident that he could deliver.
Juka could recall hearing a conversation the other night from a couple of the staff at the Mansion regarding watching Sawyer extra carefully. Apparently he had been known to run off back wherever he came from and his parents didn't exactly approve so they had given special instructions to keep a closer than usual eye on the teen. Luckily for him, however, Juka was young enough to remember what it had been like living under the roof of his parents and how many times he had escaped himself back then. Of course, it helped that he had a floating bubble to make things that much easier, but bubble or not escape seemed the natural course of things for the young.
"Don't worry kid," it amused Juka to call him such for some reason he couldn't quite justify to himself, "I'm not going to tell anyone that you're sneaking out. Do I really look like the kind to give what the authorities say a second thought?" Currently he was wearing a frilled pastel blue tress and a black ribbon in his hair. His parents, he could well recall, had hated the fact that he preferred dresses to proper pants and suites. It had, in fact, been the main reason why they had kicked him out of the house. That and the fact that he made a spectacle of himself on stage on a regular basis. As far as he was aware, they still had no idea that he was a mutant.
"I tell you what. Make it worth my time and find me something to take my mind off of my own problems and I might even assist in the sneaking out and in the getting back in at the end of the night." He would never buy drugs or help in the committing of any major crime, of course, but sneaking out was a minor misdemeanor at best so he felt no guilt at all in his offer.
Another night another trip floating above the Mansion roof. It wasn't yet late enough for Juka to begin his nightly rounds in the city and he just didn't much feel like being around people at just that moment. There was just something about tonight that he wasn't feeling entirely himself. Maybe it was the recent fact of his agelessness that was getting to him or maybe it was just sheer boredom being a little worse than usual, but whatever the specific reason he didn't much feel like talking to people.
For years when Juka had gotten into this sort of mood he had dealt with it by floating far above whatever city he lived in at the time and just allowed his thoughts to drift along with his bubble. It was peaceful so far above the rest of the world, as if he was alone and everyone else were just little toy models in a little toy city. Given the recent changes in his power that impression was multiplied ever further. Would it be better for him if he became the eternal watcher, perhaps, not getting close to anyone? Would that be the way to deal with his eternally young state? Hunter didn't seem to think so and Hunter was the only one he had ever met that was far older than he appeared, but he had no idea if the vampire was right or not. It seemed like a very personal thing, what worked for one might not work for another.
Juka wasn't certain how long he was in the sky for, time had taken on a bit of an unusual meaning for him lately, especially when he was inside his bubble, but for the most part the grounds remained quiet. Every so often he spotted someone coming or going but they remained oblivious to the colorful boy in his bubble. People rarely decided to look up unless there was some good reason to do so and Juka was silent, merely drifting on the gentle breeze. Eventually, however, he noticed someone he recognized from the recent cookie party and if Juka was any judge, the kid looked almost as melancholy as Juka himself was feeling right at the moment. He knew he didn't have to go down and announce himself; after all as far as he knew the kid couldn't fly, but he decided to anyway. All this brooding wasn't really good for him anyway.
"Hey Sawyer, what brings out here? Isn't it a little past your curfew?" Juka winked at the teen to let him know that he wasn't being serious.
"A pleasure to meet you," Juka replied. "Have you been at the Mansion long?" He couldn't recall having seen her before, but that wasn't entirely surprising given the fact that he was gone much of the time. The fact that he kind of had two homes combined with the fact that he probably kept the oddest hours of anyone there (well, he kind of kept all hours but who was counting) were probably the reason why it wasn't unusual for him not to have met everyone.
Juka wanted to be able to help out at the library just as much as he wanted to help Kealey feel better by bringing her over there so she could also help. Unfortunately, however, he had to admit that she was right about probably being in the way. "I wish I could do something though," he said with a sigh. "I hate to see bad things like that happen, even if I don't know the people personally. I hate not being able to do something." It was frustrating, sometimes, the lack of power to make a difference. But at least he could console himself with the fact that he continually did what he could through his nightly patrols over the city.
"I'm reading a chess book," Juka answered, glaring at the offending book. "Hunter suggested that because I have so much spare time on my hands I should learn. Something about mastering new skills or something. Unfortunately I keep getting distracted." It didn't occur to him that Kealey probably didn't know Hunter nor the reason why he had so much spare time on his hands. Even among mutants he didn't know of too many that didn't need to sleep nor too many that didn't age.
"You are it. I yelled at you for a block or two but you didn't ssstop, ssso I took it asss a challenge, you ok?"
Juka blinked down at the rather familiar voices and its elongated s's. "Koga?" The little ninja boy was just about the last person he expected to see outside late at night. He seemed to recall something about the kid saying that he did this sort of thing sometimes so maybe it was inevitable that they would meet up eventually, but it still came as a minor shock. Well, at least he knew the lizard boy wasn't one of the bad guys.
Realizing that his anvils were getting rather close to the ninja, Juka mentally commanded them to stop their rotating, sending them hovering above his head. "I'm sorry, Koga, I guess I was kind of lost in my own thoughts. Its been a bit of a slow night." He should really stop doing that, shouldn't he? But it wasn't really his fault that he had so much to think about lately. How was he really supposed to react to the fact that he'd just learned that he probably was never going ot age another year?
As Juka picked himself off the ground, sure that he was going to have more than a few new bruises, he had no idea what Lori could possibly mean by 'a little bit creative'. When she started unbuttoning buttons on her shirt, he was even more confused than ever and that confusion didn't improve as she completely ripped her top off. He blinked at her. "Now my darling Lori, as gorgeous as you are, I'm not sure that inviting me to sleep with you is going to succeed in fixing my current problem. But if you're so desperate to spend a little personal time with me I'm sure I'd be happy to oblige such a goddess as yourself just as soon as I can get out of my bubble." He winked at her, still feeling confused but feeling it best to just go with it. Besides, could he really blame her for being so desperate to sleep with him?
Still very much unsure what, exactly, the blond bombshell was thinking, Juka began jogging in spot as commanded. Besides, there was no harm in listening to commands from a woman such as she and she was all woman from what he could see and he could see a lot just at the moment.
Once again Lori approached Juka and once again pushed his bubble as close to his skin as she could make it and, that close up, he wasn't shy about getting a very very good look at her. Once again he was zapped and for a second time he was sent flying towards the wall.
The first thing Juka realized after regaining his sense of equilibrium, was that his bruises had multiplied tenfold from the first time he had been zapped. The second thing he realized was that his bubble had disappeared and his heart was once again beating as it should be. "My beautiful goddess Lori, you are my savior. What might this grateful servent of yours do for you, dearest of angels?" Juka curtsied deeply in his most respectful and obedient posture, effect only slightly marred by the fact that he looked boldly up into her eyes.
Juka felt bad about how distressed the woman appeared to be. He might not have any sort of exceptional talent for sensing the emotions of others, but he had always been skilled at having at least a good idea what was going through their heads. Not that it was very difficult with this woman, he emotions were very clearly written all over her face and in her tone of voice. All he wanted to do was go over and give her a comforting hug to make her feel better but he was learning that not everyone liked to be hugged by complete strangers. It had made people uncomfortable in the past and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
He was very relaxed? Well that was an odd thing to say to someone. He gave her a slightly confused look before answering. "Dearest, you don't need to apologize to me at all. I wasn't getting much accomplished anyway." A glare towards the evil book in his lap that his ever distractable mind simply couldn't seem to focus on. "I didn't know anyone at the library but it was a lovely place and I'm sad to see it burning."
The statement was followed by another forlorn look at the news. At least it looked like the officers on the scene were competent and, so far at least, there didn't appear to be any casualties. "If you like I could bring you there. Juka, by the way." Juka got up out of his seat and bowed deeply to the lady, wishing he could do more to help.
Juka floated along just above building height, anvils slowly rotating around him. He had been patrolling the streets nightly for some time now, almost since he discvered his lack of need for sleep. His rather spiffy Green Mage outfit on the other hand, complete with matchng green ninja mask, were far newer. He had been acting the proper super hero for months now and the costume meant that he finally looked the proper super hero as well which was, all things considered, quite the accomplishment.
Tonight had been a relatively quiet night compared to some. He had managed to scare off a would be purse snatcher right at the beginning of his shift, floating after him and threatening him with grave anvil inspired bodily harm until he dropped the poor woman's purse but other than that, nothing. And nothing meant that he was starting to become bored. That seemed to be the most agonizing part of his vigilante agenda: the boredom of a slow night because it wasn't too often that he had to face off against other mutants and that meant it wasn't too often that there was any major sort of danger involved. Oh, there were pumps and bruises a plenty and the occasional sprain and he had even been shot at once or twice, but he rarely actually felt like his life was in danger. OK, so maybe when guns were involved he felt like his life was in danger but that was about it. No, sadly his most serious problem was boredom.
As often happened with Juka was bored, his mind started wandering and as often happened when his mind started wandering, he became less observant about those thing happening around him. which is why he didn't notice the rather familiar ninja figure far below him.
Juka realized that he probably couldn't claim to know Venus all that well since they had really only spent a few nights of nocturnal fun together, but he also knew that he would love to get to know Venus better. What Abyss said of his brother seemed to more or less mesh with what Juka knew of him anyway.
Juka waited as patiently as he knew how for the limo to arrive. Before its arrival he made a quick trip to a nearby rooftop depositing his anvils safely away where no one could easily get to them and debubbling once he reached the ground again. Neither anvils nor bubbles really tended to travel well in vehicles, large limo sized vehicles or not.
Juka waved enthusiastically at Venus when he and his limo finally did appear. "My gorgeous red prince, you simply must take care of these darling ladies for me and your brother. And once they are someone safe I demand some quality cuddle time." He winked at his favourite companion.
Juka nodded at Abyss as he held open the door and entered the limo. Entering a limo again was something of a jolt as memories from the past began to surface. When he was still with his wealthy parents limo rides, along with any other type of expensive vehicle, were the norm. Self appointed rock star or not, however, since leaving his parents limo rides had become far less common, pretty much to the point of being non-existent. He simply wasn't a big enough star to be able to afford them.
Juka's poor lovely library, only so very recently discovered, was currently burning to the ground. He shook his head sadly, a tear at the corner of his eye. All those lovely, beautiful books and they were going up in smoke and flame, all those valuable printed words to become nothing more than ashes. Oh, what a sad day it was for books everywhere. He should have a memorial for all the sad dying books, yes indeed he should.
As Juka continued to watch the unfolding coverage of the burning library he came to the realization of two different things. First, it appeared as if this was live coverage, happening at this very moment. Second was the fact that not only were books in danger, but people were as well and as sad as it was that books were going to burn, it was sadder still that people's live might actually be at stake. A sudden undeniable urge to try and do something, to help like a proper hero should, came over him.
”WHAT?!”
Juka turned, realizing that he wasn't the only one interesting in what was going on and, judging by the woman's reaction and the expression on her face, she was taking things even harder than he was. "Are you ok?" he asked. Stupid question because it was so completely obvious that she wasn't ok, but he didn't know what else to ask.
Juka hadn't meant to make the girl any more nervous than she all ready was and that, it appeared, was the unfortunate result of his hug. He mentally chastised himself for conveniently forgetting the fact that some people simply didn't' much appreciate spontaneous hugs but shouldn't he be forgiven due to the whole life saving event thing? OK, so maybe life saving might have been just a bit of an exaggeration, but that wasn't really the point, now was it.
"A pleasure to meet you, my dear." Juka curtsied. "And I am indeed from the Mansion. Would a fair lady such as yourself desire and escort home?" He extended a hand like the complete gentleman he was. Maybe 'from' the Mansion wasn't quite right, but lately he did seem to be there more often than his own apartment.
Juka was determined to learn chess. Yes indeed, chess was the game that his ever inquisitive mind had set its sights on and chess was the game he intended to learn. Of course, he had been intending to learn the game for quite a few days now and it just never quite ended up happening. Either he'd be distracted by all sorts of interesting books in the library or practice or some evil-doer that he simply must stop right that moment. Sadly for him and sadly for Hunter he intended for him to become his ageless masterful opponent, he just wasn't making much progress.
Today, however, Juka intended to actually learn the game of chess. In order to best accomplish that goal, he had found himself some delicious chocolate, a bowl of popcorn and a very comfortable over sized chair in the middle of the Mansion living room. The tv was on in the background but of all the things that had a tendency to distract him TV was, oddly enough, not really one of them. In fact, he didn't even have a tv in his apartment simply because he didn't watch it. Now if only he had brought one of his kitties over to help him study, well, then things would be perfect.
Taking a handful of popcorn, Juka opened up one of several of the chess books Hunter had so helpfully given him. Yes, chess was the game he would start to master today. The popcorn was popcorny, the book was bookish and the news was talking about the burning of the main branch of the public library. What? Juka looked up, chess book completely forgotten and attention grabbed by the story about the poor library that some arson had lit on fire. How very sad. All those poor poor books.
