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 wasn't sure that he liked the idea that the person who was supposed save him was apparently 'good at both stopping and starting hearts'. That sounded more than a little disconcerting. Then again, his heart was all ready stop, now wasn't it? So, what more damage could she really do at this point? It wasn't as if she could stop it twice could she? He hoped the conclusion of 'no' that he came to was the right conclusion.
"Nope, nothing can get in," Juka agreed. He watched with some amusement as Lori tried to force herself into his bubble, exerting more and more pressure as the edge of the bubble was forced closer to his skin. Maybe it would have been more amusing, really, had the circumstances been a little more favourable. Like, for example, he didn't have to worry about the fact that his heart had stopped.
Suddenly a spark came out of his would be savior's hands sending him flying backwards and into a bucket of cut flowers. Great, so now he would have bruises in addition to the whole heart stopping problem. He felt a sort of palpitation in his chest that let him know she had at least done something, but not enough as a moment later his heart was once again quiet. "I think it almost worked," Juka supplied helpfully, floating back over to Lori. He must be crazy to let her try that again, but that's exactly what he planned on doing until the whole heart problem was solved.
For once in recent memory Juka was one time, a fact that he was quite proud of. Of course, that had more to do with the fact that Shin had very helpfully sent him a text message with all the relevant details than the fact that he had known ahead of time that he really should return to the Mansion. A skill that he was pretty sure that Saph needed to learn and one which he was going to teach the other man just as soon as he had time.
Juka returned from yet another morning spent in the library (what a wondrous place he had discovered there, filled with all sorts of books) at 10 am, giving him plenty of time to make sure his hair and makeup were perfect and to get into his epic Green Mage costume, complete with matching green ninja mask. Why would someone spend to much time making sure makeup with impeccable and then cover it up with a ninja mask? If someone bothered to ask Juka that very question, he would answer that it was all about mindset. When he knew he was perfect, his mind was in the mindset of win and win thoughts were half way to win actions.
Once Juka was absolutely positive that everything was up to his impeccably high standards, he grabbed his trusty anvils and floated his way down to the Danger Room. Having found the message waiting for him, and having no idea what was in store, he decided that Saph had exactly 3 minutes to appear and if he did not magically appear, then Juka would go in without him.
Club Evo is basically a mutant club. I'm not sure its entirely appropriate for this particular idea though, since I'm not sure why an anti-mutant band or DJ would play in such a place nor why someone who doesn't know they are a mutant would be attracted to such a place. It is a pretty neat club though.
Juka lives at the Mansion and he'd be willing to get you out unseen haha. Well, he would should his opinion of you change from his first impression all ready established. Maybe we should do an intermediate thread together, see if we can get them to actually like each other and if that works he may be able to escort you (with or without staff permission) to the club?
Consider me interested. One of Juka's passions is music and clubbing, so he would be very much likely to be at a club like that. Although his mutation isn't visible (unless he does something stupid) he is a part of an all mutant band so it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for someone to actually recognize him and know him to be a mutant. So long as the night wasn't specifically advertised as some kind of anti-mutant rally it would be realistic for him to be there and could lead to something pretty interesting.
Diving into the middle of an angry mob was just about one of the most rash and stupid things that Juka had ever done in his life, and that covered a lot of ground. His whirling stick served to keep the majority of the mob off of him, more than occasionally colliding with flesh and he could only imagine creating some rather impressive bruises. Unfortunately, with dozens of bodies surrounding him, most was not nearly good enough ans he quickly lost count of the number of bruises he was accumulating.
The advantage of having a giant semi-resistant bubble was, of course, that the mob wasn't able to grab onto him and force him into the ground. The disadvantage was that it really wasn't any protection against the many fists and feet that were flying towards him. He focused his attentions on protection the little girl from the majority of the damage. He could take it even if he was going to be little more than a pile of pain and bruises by the end of it and, in all likelihood, trapped in his bubble for at least a few days while healing, but she couldn't.
Through the roar and chaos of the crowd, Juka could neither see nor hear Hunter of the cop's approach through the crowd, he could only pray desperately that they were on their way. The longer he remained in the midst of the chaos, the more injured he became and the more injured he became the less able he was to protect the child. A kick to the head sent stars through his skull and he struggled to maintain focus. The fact that his branch collided with his assailant was little more than chance, instinct and the fact that the crowd was so tightly packed that it was difficult not to hit something. If someone didn't come to help him, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. That, and he could only hope that the flaming branch he had seen earlier didn't start a larger fire. He couldn't exactly do much against flame.
A rather attractive blond (not that Juka was thinking about such things given the current minor emergency) arrived in relatively short order and seemed to be the person Kai was expecting. Whether or not she could actually do anything, however, might end up being a different matter entirely. The prospect of living without his heart really didn't' appeal to him much at all.
After Kai's description of the situation, Juka simply nodded his ascent. He had pretty much covered all the bases of his current problem. He knew that he should be freaking out about this; after all, he didn't' have a working heart, but he almost felt like he was in shock. Not that he really knew what it felt like to be in shock, but based on all the descriptions he had heard, this sounded like it. Everything had taken on a sort of distant surreal quality. Maybe later, when everything had been properly processed, maybe then he'd really start to panic.
Something definitely seemed a bit off about Saph. He just didn't appear to be himself and Juka was starting to get worried. But if the other man didn't want to talk about it, there wasn't much he could do to force the issue, now was there? Maybe blowing off a little bit of energy in the Danger Room would do him good and then he could get the full story out of him and hopefully even do something to make it better. Hopefully.
Juka floated after Saph into the Danger Room, quite unsure of what to expect. He had heard about the place, of course, but this was the first time he had ever been inside. When the entire scene changed and the music started he could only stop and stare for a few seconds in wonderment at the detail and the scope of the effect. "Wow..."
Juka didn't have time to gape for long, however, as two giant pink robots suddenly appeared, causing the crowd to flee in terror. He sent his anvils rotating at high speeds around himself inside his floating bubble and nodded down at Saph. "Whenever you're ready."
"If you think Aura is scary, you should meet the big red guy Abyss," Juka stated with a shudder. The ease in which he could crush human skulls was as frightening as the casualness in which he did it. Of course, his equally large red brother Venus was one of his favourite people, so it just went to show that you couldn't always judge by the company one kept.
"I don't know if Aura can be fixed," Juka said, sighing. "But I think that maybe we have to try." Sometimes he hated the fact that he was a self appointed super hero and his guilt at just leaving the situation as it was would eat at him if he didn't do anything. Because he had a horrible feeling that if he tried to do something, someone would end up seriously injured and, knowing his luck, that someone would probably be him.
"As for how to help her, I don't have any idea. Are you...volunteering to help me with the helping of Aura?" Juka wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On the positive side, he could use all the help he could get. On the negative side, if something bad happened he wouldn't the the only one in harm's way and he certainly didn't want to be responsible for anyone else getting hurt. He might be able to survive a fair bit of damage thanks to his bubble, but he didn't think Gawain would be quite as lucky.
Saph was coming to save him. Somehow his lovely massochistic friend was going to come into this bathroom and save the day. Somehow he was going to remove his bubble so that he could go back into the club, happy as can be, and continue to have a good time. That and he wouldn't have to worry about being trapped in a bubble for the rest of his life because you was far too young to be trapped in a bubble. Juka wasn't sure how Saph was going to make everything better, but somehow he would.
Juka heard someone enter the bathroom and he floated up a foot to get a peek over the wall of the stall he was currently hiding in, of who it might be, hoping desperately that it was Saph and Sam. But no, it was just some guy, a guy that probably didn't want anything to do with a mutant in a bubble. Hopefully he would just finish his business and leave, none the wiser. The thought occurred to him that maybe he could just open the window and float outside, then at least his short term problems would be solved, but unfortunately the window wasn't nearly large enough to fit a full grown person through it. Oh, where were Saph and Sam? Where were his desperately needed saviours?
Juka turned and proceeded to pout at Cafas. "Not that she wouldn't be truly lovely to sleep with if that was her desire, my dear Cafas, but do you doubt my good intentions so?" Besides, for the moment anyway he had his darling purple haired punk and she was quite specific about him needing her approval if he was going to sleep with anyone other than her. Well, that and she wanted the option to share which was quite all right by Juka but he wasn't sure that it would be quite all right by his favourite new cookie maker.
Hey guys, Any chance there are going to be extra? If not I am going to have to run to the ssstore.
Juka ran up to Koga, plainly excited to see his scaly friend who he hadn't seen in weeks probably because his own schedule was almost as busy as the reptile boy's schedule, except for the whole fact that he didn't actually have to sleep. He attempted to wrap his arms around the teen in an exuberant hug. "Koga, you simply must come and visit me more often." A disapproving look ensued followed by a grin. "I still having shown you my Green Mage costume which would go just beautifully beside your ninja costume." Nod nod because of course he would have to agree.
The next person to appear Juka did not recognize and he glared at his cookie thieving hands. "You know its not polite to take things without asking first." Disapproving glare of death. "If you want to join in the party you must be more polite otherwise no more cookies for you." Juka's word, at least in his own mind even if no one else's was to be obeyed without question. How rude of him to simply take that cookie and his cookie making savior was obviously too polite to actually say anything so it was up to him.
"Might I please have a cookie, Verdy?" He was happy to have a name to go by now and decided the best way to encourage politeness was to demonstrate it himself. "Juka, by the way. Pleasure to meet you, my cookie baking goddess." Everyone else knew him except for the rude boy and he wasn't going to properly introduce himself to him until he apologized for stealing the cookie. Because that just wasn't a nice thing to do.
A flying rock hit Juka painfully in the side and he yelled out in pain. OK, so his plan to get the crowd so riled up that they started mindlessly attacking him hadn't exactly been his brightest idea, but he couldn't have simply let the little girl get eaten alive, could he? Looking down, he saw that she was starting to make progress, inching her way over to the edge of the crowd where hopefully she'd be able to run or maybe he'd be able to float fast enough up pick her up and bring her to safety.
Another rock came flying up and Juka and he intercepted it, barely, with his large stick. Things were definitely not going well, especially if someone in the crowd should happen to have a gun. He gulped and desperately hoped that wasn't the case. Even if he was able to survive a gunshot, and that was by no means certain, he didn't exactly feel like testing the matter. One might even say that he was developing a phobia of guns, especially guns that were firing bullets directly at him.
Almost as if reading his mind, Juka spotted an orange flame. "Burn the muties!" A woman holding a flaming branch yelled the words out and the chant was quickly taken up by the rest of the crowd. Up in his bubble Juka was relatively safe from fire, unless someone in the crowd had a weapon far more aerodynamic than a flaming branch, but they had, unfortunately, noticed the little girl again before she had gotten far enough away to start running. It was at this point that Juka noticed Hunter and the cop lady beside him.
"Hunter, there's a little girl on the other side of the crowd who's going to be killed if we don't get to her in time," Juka yelled, hoping desperately that he, or the woman with him, would be able to do something for the girl. Not waiting to see what the two of them would do with his words, he dive bombed the crowd near where the little girl was, whirling his stick weapon around in circles and hoping desperately that he was not about to get murdered for his rash action. He had to save the girl, no matter how painful and dangerous that turned out to be.
"This is the New York police. Disperse now, or you will be dispersed!"
Juka really wasn't sure that having the police here were really going to make anything better. Bubbling and floating over to the angry mob had the desired effect of grabbing the attention of more than a few of them, of course, but unfortunately it did not have the desired effect of grabbing their attention enough so that the little girl could escape. As far as he could tell he had two options. The first was to dive into that angry violent crowd, unbubble, grab the little girl, rebubble and hope for the best. That plan had the very distinct disadvantage of being suicidally stupid. The second option was to taunt the crowd enough that they got so angry at him that they forgot all about the innocent little girl and she was able to run for her life. All she had to do was get far enough that she was out of the middle of the mob so that Juka could swoop in and take her to safety. That plan was only very slightly less suicidal than the first plan but, since it was all that he could come up with at such short notice, he decided he would have to make due.
"Hey, why don't you undeducated brutes pick on someone your own size," Juka called down. He was very very careful not to float low enough to actually be in range if anyone tried to, oh I don't know, grab him or hit him with baseball bats. His words had the desired effect of riling up the crowed and a few more looked away from the girl, but it still wasn't enough. "Because you're all so manly and brave, picking on a sweet little girl like that. Going to just stand there while a dress wearing boy in a bubble emasculates you?" More rumblings, very very angry rumblings. Go Juka go, you're doing a good thing. He felt a little tendril of fear that he was probably doing something very very stupid and something very bad was going to happen because of it.
Sending out a tendril to a nearby tree, Juka wrapped it around a branch and pulled until the branch came off and he began swinging it around like a funny shaped leafy club. "Come and get me, you pathetic wastes of human flesh. Come and get me if you can." A rock flew in his direction and he had to dodge to avoid getting hit. Oops, maybe he had gone too a little too far threatening their manhood, but as long as it allowed the little girl to escape, it would all be worth it. Another rock flew and another and Juka was so concerned with actually saving his own life while distracting the mob long enough for the girl to run away that he had yet to notice Hunter on the other side of the mob.
Juka's day had started out pretty good, all things considered. After returning in the small hours of the morning from his usual nightly patrols as the masked floating Green Mage, he had fed his kitties and proceeded to band practice. There was nothing quite like band practice to put him in a good mood, especially when it was one of those practices in which everything seemed to be meshing perfectly. To make his day even better, after band practice, in reward for just how well it had gone, the five of them had mutually decided that they simply must reward themselves with some Thai food and although Juka no longer really needed to eat, he liked nothing more than to go out for high quality delicious food. He had, of course, bought for the entire band because he was the one with all the money.
After band practice Juka decided that he would really like a stroll in central park and that is, unfortunately, when his day began to turn around. His trip there was uneventful, floating in from high above and managing to land and unbubble without anyone catching sight of him. Immediately, however, he realized that something was off because he could hear a rather large commotion coming from nearby. Walking closer he began to make out words, very anti mutant words. "Freaks for life, they cause strife" was taken up as a chant.
Juka's first inclination upon coming upon the angry mob was to try and bubble and convince them all that mutants weren't the threat the believed and have them all disperse peacefully. Thankfully, a rare instant of common sense prevailed and he realized that while he might consider himself something of a spokesperson for non-violent mutants everywhere, people like this might not appreciate that fact, especially not while they were engaged in violent group think behavior.
Juka was planning on simply turning heel and walking away without anyone even noticing he was there and hoping it would just disperse itself on its own when he caught a little girl that had been cornered by the mob and in that realization Juka made the decision that he couldn't simply leave her to be torn apart by the mob. Before he really had time to consider what he was doing and the fact that he was now likely to be the one torn apart, he bubbled himself and floated over top of the mob and the little girl. "Leave that girl alone she didn't do anything to you!" He put his hands on his hips and wished desperately that he had his anvils with him.
Yelling upon awakening was not exactly what Juka would have expected from his Masochist Man. Massochist he may be, but Saph had always seemed so brave, calm and collected. He really didn't seem like the type to have nightmares at night, but then again maybe lots of people had secrets that they didn't tell others. Just because Juka himself had an unfortunate tendency to be painfully honest didn't mean that anyone else did. The question was, would it be too rude to ask the details of another man's nightmare?"
"Are you OK?" Yes, that seemed polite enough, Juka decided. No prying questions while still retaining proper concern. A mental nod of ascent at his brilliant thinking.
"Your powers are acting funny?" Now that was something that Juka knew a little something about. His powers weren't really acting funny anymore as he was fairly sure he had gotten a handle on them, but it wasn't so long ago that they made poor Andrea's hair all wiggly and that, he was pretty sure, constituted funny. But surely that wasn't likely to happen again anytime soon?
"Wait, you failed someone because of it? Who did you fail? What happened? Can I help?" Something in his voice caused Juka to believe that it might have been something serious and, good friend that he was, he wanted to do whatever he could to help. He looked down at Saph in concern. Could that have had something to do with his nightmare?
