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 felt horribly guilty for spending the entire day at the library and not even bothering to come back to the Mansion to see if anyone wanted him. Time, as it turned out, was not something he was very good at keeping track of any longer. Of course, it wasn't like he had known he would have a message waiting for him and Saph could have just called him on his cell phone which he always had with him, so it wasn't really his fault that he was late, was it?
By the time Juka finally did arrive at the pre-appointed Danger Room meeting spot he discovered his little masochist to be sleeping on the floor. Sleeping and, apparently, talking in his sleep. He suppressed an amused giggle at the image before proceeding to send out a tendril for pokage.
"You summoned me and so hear I am," Juka announced proudly. Poking was set to continue until the lazy sod was awake to tell him exactly why he had rushed over to the Danger Room with anvils in tow.
Juka wanted to have a party. He did not want to have a party next month or next week, he did not even want to have a party tomorrow. No, Juka wanted to have a party today. There were certain practicalities of that, practicalities such as, most people liked to have notice for such things. However, he had never been one to have little things like what was practical and what wasn't detract from a potentially brilliant and tons of fun idea, especially when said brilliant idea would also go very far towards distracting his mind from the rather depressing thoughts that had been filling it lately. Depressing thoughts that involved his friends aging and dying before his yes. Depressing thoughts that were decades away and which he most certainly did NOT want to think about today.
So, with thoughts of grand partyness in mind, Juka proceeded to make himself beautiful. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't all ready beautiful, of course, but he proceeded to make himself even more beautiful. To do so involved a floating trip back to his apartment, in order to have privacy for hair, makeup and dresses and then another quick float back to the mansion. He would throw the best last minute party the Mansion had ever seen. Yes indeed, because no one could have a better party than Juka Miami. The question was, where to start and who to invite.
It was immediately apparent to Juka that perhaps the last minute nature of the party might work to his slight disadvantage as there simply didn't appear to be many people currently at the Mansion that had an interest in an impromptu party with a cross dressing rock star. His first couple of invites were denied (oh sad day) but then he spotted a familiar face in the kitchen, making cookies of all things. Cookies that smelled wonderful and would be perfect for a party.
"I remember you," Juka stated, walking brazenly into the kitchen. "You, my dearheart, were quite the heroine against that horrible Cthulu beast. A more beautiful and daring woman I have never before laid eyes upon and thus, I must formally invite you to join me for a spontaneous party in celebration of another week well lived." How could she possibly refuse such an invitation?
"Venus couldn't possibly treat anyone badly, could he?" Juka asked. Certainly Venus hadn't treated him any less than perfectly and, even though he assumed Venus must have the same strength that Abyss had shown earlier, somehow he couldn't imagine that particular brother actually hurting anyone intentionally.
"Oh, he most certainly does have style," Juka agreed, nodding happily and grinning at the girls who still seemed a little nervous and unsure about the whole situation. "And I'm sure you can treat a lady just fine, but your no Prince unlike your darling brother, now ere you?" Because no one quite compared to his lovely Prince Venus.
Juka had spent the day researching, yes researching, at the actual library no less. The research even involved actual books and those books didn't even have pictures in them. OK, so maybe they had a few pictures in them but he wasn't reading them for the pictures. They were not comic books or graphic novels nor even books of fiction. No, they were actual informative non-fiction books on interesting non-fiction subjects. Indeed, the very prospect of him sitting in a stuffy little library sifting through old books would have been ridiculous only a few of weeks ago or maybe even a few days ago.
Juka had started out the day trying to read the chess books that Hunter had given him only a few days prior but, as with the previous couple of mornings, his brain was just not having it because, you see, his brain was filled with images of far away times and far away countries. Vampire man had told him a little of what he had seen and where he had gone over the centuries and Juka had a very unique and personal reason for finding such things interesting because, you see, he had recently discovered that he might just be around a century or two from now or even a millennium. And, given that he might be around in a thousand years (not that he had any concept of what a thousand years really might mean) he had decided that it was time to learn some new things and visit some new and interesting places. Thus he found himself in the library reading about the many countries of Europe.
Juka had only realized just how much time had passed at the library when the pretty little librarian had come over and told him, very politely, that they were closing and it was time to leave. He had accidentally spent the entire day there and my the fascinating things he had learned. A return to his room at The Mansion had found a rather interesting note on his door from his good masochistic friend Saph, telling him to meet in the danger room, complete with anvils. Despite feeling a pang of guilt for having no idea how long he had kept his friend waiting (since he hadn't been home since the early morning) he did as directed, curious to find out what might be in store for him.
As the adorable little girl with the pigtails followed her sisters out of the place, Juka vowed that he was not going to forget his questions of Abyss. He would get answers out of him, if not tonight then at a later time. He was not about to let the big red mutant avoid his questions, no indeed.
At the mention of Venus and despite the fact that he still wasn't entirely happy with Abyss and the fact that his questions hadn't all been satisfactorily answered (even if he had a good excuse for the time being), Juka still couldn't' help but grin. He hadn't seen Venus in what seemed for forever and another visit from his darling Prince was long overdue. Maybe Venus would be able to offer some insight about his brother too!
"You read my mind, getting Venus here to pick us all up," Juka stated with a contented expression. He turned his attention to the trio of girls, each with their lovely mutations. "You darlings will simply love Venus. Now he's someone who knows how to treat a proper lady."
Juka looked around, trying to decipher if Andrea was accurate or not in where they where in comparison to where they wanted to be. Unfortunately he encountered thew problems in trying to figure out his current dellema. First, because he almost alway simply floated around the city it was difficult to tell directions from ground level and second, he was pretty sure he had never been in this specific area of the city before. "I'm not too sure that floating to the museum is such a good idea," he replied uncertainly. Normally he would be more than happy to do so but, given the whole wiggly hair incident from earlier, he was worried about making that particular problem even worse.
"Cabs are imminently useful," Juka nodded sagely. He didn't have that much more experience with cabs than he did with busses, but at least not that much more amounted to some. Unlike busses. or at least, unlike busses previous to today and, he had decided, if one always met such neat people on busses then they were more than ok by him. Even if they did end up in getting lost once you departed said bus.
"Why, my dear, of course you must come and see us perform. I wouldn't have it any other way. And to answer your delightful question, I sing of course." By way of demonstration he curtsied deeply, skirts billowing around him, and sang off a couple of lines from the song he was most currently working on. It wasn't the same without the band, but talent was talent.
Juka followed Andrea where she led, trying in vain to ascertain if anything at all looked familiar. He remembered seeing the musuem a few times from above, but things just looked so different from the ground that he just couldn't be sure if they were even anywhere near their target.
The man below him didn't appear to be very friendly at all, Juka decided. First he had hit him with a golf ball and not even apologized for it (how very rude of him) but then he tried to hit him with the golf club too. Thankfully his aim was off by a good couple of meters and Juka proceeded to glare disapprovingly down at him. "You aren't the only one that can throw things you know!" Hands on hips, he proceeded to glare at the man as he had never glared before. His eyes swiftly took in the surrounding area, looking for a rock or something that he could drop on the rude little man. Distracted as he was, he didn't notice that the golf club had returned in amazing teleporting fashion, back to his new arch enemy.
A moment later, still distracted and looking for something to drop on the mean spiteful man, Juka was shocked when a golf club slammed into the side of his face, causing what he was certain would be a horrible ugly bruise. "Ouch! That was mean!" Why did he have to pick on poor Juka away? It wasn't like he had done anything that bad, just floated around outside a little bit, he hadn't even spied into the windows at all. Really, he hadn't done anything that bad, had he?
Deciding that he truly hadn't deserved the abuse he was currently receiving, Juka sent a tendril out to wrap around the painful golf club. It wasn't what he had in mind for dropping and it was too large for proper bubbling, but it would do well enough. He then proceeded to float closer to the evil golf club throwing man and swing the golf club from the end of his tendril, fully intending that the club should collide with his shin. Now that would show him! He remained at the edge of his ten foot range, just in case the man should try to kick him or something equally unpleasant.
"Where would anyone be without Twyla?" Juka asked with a momentary grin. "Don't we all need a little common sense in our lives sometimes? Well, if you ask Jewelly I need more than a little common sense, but you're probably doing better than me in that department." It was always good to be able to make fun of yourself, after all.
Returning to the topic of Aura, Juka once again sobered. He honestly wasn't sure that he would ever be able to understand the girl and if he couldn't understand the girl he couldn't help her. A momentary pause as he realized that, somewhere along the lines he had actually decided that he wanted to help her? Where had that come from and what kind of horror story was he getting himself into?
"I don't think she can hide what's wrong with her from the people she lives with, so I'd say at least someone at Sanctuary knows a lot about her. Plus, there are others there that like to kill also." Like Abyss for example but he didn't seem as crazy as Aura was. "We know she likes mutants but has some sort of vendetta against humans. Maybe we need to show her that humans aren't all bad in order to help fix her?" Oh, gods help him that he even wanted to try.
"You don't know what you're missing," Juka said, with just a hint of disappointment. He liked showing off his power and, when people actually gave it a chance, they seemed to like being showed off to. But it wasn't like he was going to try and force the issue or anything. He'd just have to work on Hunter another day.
Juka bowed and waved at the departing Hunter. "Be careful, I'm a quick study." With a wink he walked off, just far enough to get out of the interested eyes of too many people before proceeding to bubble himself (and his new books) and float away.
Juka nodded at the explanation regarding why and how he had just lost. It made sense, more or less, and he was pretty sure that it would make more sense still once he had read through the stack of books that he currently had sitting beside him. Who would have ever thought that he, Juka Miami, would ever be sitting in a park learning to play chess?
"You can still have that bubble ride I promised you, if you want." Everyone like riding around in floating bubbles, it was pretty much a scientific fact. Surely Hunter could be no different. Even a 400 year old vampire wasn't likely to have experienced that particular joy before.
Well, at least Juka wasn't the only one who felt that way. That meant that Aura was, as expected, the crazy one and he was not. So what if he floated around in a giant soap bubble and Gawain walked through mirrors, they both still bled and aged and got sick occasionally and they both had emotions and thoughts and feelings all of which were just like any other human around.
"You should listen to Twyla," Juka stated. "She's a good girl, has a good head on her shoulders." And common sense which Juka knew that he himself was largely lacking. He realized that he'd never really asked Gawain what sort of gender he went for and it was a mild disappointment that it wasn't the male gender. He was pretty enough to pass for a girl anyway, wasn't he?
Something was seriously wrong with that girl, Juka decided. Not that it wasn't all ready evident that something was wrong with her, but Gawain's words only enforced the sentament. Something was seriously and irreversably wrong with her.
"Why would anyone even consider 'our kind' worse than 'their kind'?" Juka asked. He genuinely didn't understand the concept. Sure mutants could do some pretty nifty things, but they were still pretty much human. "We're not all that different from everyone else, are we?"
At least certain things about Aura and her actions were starting to make sense. The fact that she had been so nice to him the first time they had met and she helped him find his kitties, only to turn on him the next time and almost kill him. Almost despite himself be began...to actually feel sorry for her. How could that have happened? He was pretty sure that he hated ber. Confusion made its way into his expression.
"How did it get you in trouble with Twyla?" Now Twyla was a nice girl. She had never tried to kill him.
"Good." Juka approved of Hunter patching things up with his Ghosty. He didn't know what he could have done to make her mad at him but it must have been pretty bad. Ghost was one of the nicest, most mellow people he knew and he honestly couldn't imagine her getting mad at anyone. The curiosity about what he could have done ate at him but somehow, with a monumental force of effort, he didn't pry. Nope, because he was minding his own business. Yes. Yes he was.
"Um...Have I just lost?" Juka looked at the bored. Blinked. Looked again. And proceeded to glare disaprovingly at the pieces as if it was their fault.
"You met Ghosty at her bookstore?" Juka asked. He didn't know how one could make a bad first impression on the woman, she was one of the sweetest people he knew but he didn't ask. If Hunter wanted to let him know he would, otherwise it probably didn't matter to much. "Did you know she helped teach me to do laundry?" Which was probably a rather sad fact, now that he really considered it, the fact that he hadn't known how to do a simple thing like laundry when he was 18.
"If you don't want me to mention you to Ghosty, them my lips are sealed." Juka made a zipper motion across his lips with his hands to emphasize the point. "Does this not mentioning of you extend to anyone else that I should be aware of?" Good to be certain, just in case.
"I'll be sure to ask Ghosty," Juka agreed. "She's lovely, let me come live at the Mansion. Well, maybe not live at the Mansion exactly since I still have my apartment and my kitties, but half live at the Mansion. Well, she let me have a room anyway." Yes, that's exactly what he meant to say. Not confusing or rambling at all. Nope, not a bit. "Plus, she can turn all misty. I met her in the sky." Which was pretty much the highlight of his first week in the city. That and the meeting of his Master Kitty later on that day which, speaking of his master Kitty Calley, he should really go see him more often. It had been far too long.
Juka could see that victory was hopeless at this point, but that didn't mean he was about to give up on it entirely. Never give up, never say die, that seemed like a good motto. Well, unless someone was shooting at you then it was perfectly acceptable to run away, or float as it were. "Of course powers are allowed. What would be the fun in a mutant talent show if we couldn't use our powers?"
