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 was well aware of the ego he possessed but, really, what did it hurt anyone anyway? Was it his fault that he was talented and beautiful and wanted by men and women alike? Hardly. Besides, he knew that as fabulous as he was he needed to be shared with the world so everyone could have just a little of what he had. Thus, becoming a performer and literally sharing his little something of greatness with the world.
Juka's remaining five pieces were looking rather sad and lonely sitting there on the board surrounded by all those mean looking black pieces. He proceeded to pout at them as he made his next move in the game. He was pretty sure pouting wouldn't do much good, but it couldn't make matters any worse given the current sorry state of affairs of his little white team.
"I'll be sure to start asking around as soon as I get back to the Mansion," Juka agreed. "Do you think it'd be ok to have it there? I don't think Abyss would be too welcome there and if you have a history with him, well, wouldn't want to put it somewhere where they woudln't let you in, now would I?" He knew Hunter had some kind of dark and mysterious past so it was best just to make sure of these things.
Now Hunter, it seemed, was obviously a very intelligent man. How could he not be intelligent after acknowledging the fact that Juka was, most certainly, going to be famous? Not that he had himself said the words 'most certainly' or even 'sure thing' but that, clearly, had been his intent. Yes, of course it had been because how could it be otherwise? Even a hundreds of year old vampire must see that his future had greatness in store.
"Oh, I'm sure we can find someone," Juka stated. He thought about the people he knew, trying to figure out who would want to participate and who would want to be the judge. "I know lots of people, I'm sure that someone would be willing to judge."
"But of course you'll have to come Hunter," Juka enthused. "I know you'd regret it for the remainder of your neverending years if you were to let this opportunity slip through your fingers now. We're going to be famous one day, you know." A nod of agreement with himself because, really, how could they not be famous one day? Well, except for the whole some people didn't like mutants thing, but that couldn't last forever surely.
Juka's remaining pieces really were looking rather sad and lonely on that bored. Oh well, it was just a game. Now, if it was a competition of who could sing the best, then he'd have Hunter beat in an instant. Which gave him an idea.
"Say, what if we had a talent competition? We could get together with some other people and sing or play piano or throw triangles at people and then people could vote on who's the best and win a shiny prize. Wouldn't that be fun?"
It was almost like Hunter had known Juka for years, knowing that speaking about his hand was the one thing that would get him off almost any other topic in the world. Well, either his band or fashion but in truth his band took priority. Then again, maybe it didn't take much to come to the conclusion that he was an egotist and his greatest ego was in his music.
"Why, of course we're good," Juka said with a dramatic gesture. "I wouldn't sing for them if we weren't good. Only the best. We're all mutants, promoting the good mutant name and all that. Who needs money when you have powers for a stage show?"
Making another move, Juka dug into his pocket and handed Hunter one of his ever present cards. "Light in Darkness. You should come see us, our next show is in a couple of weeks. I might even be able to wrestle you up some backstage passes." And maybe a girl. Yes, because clearly the best way to take ones mind off of a dark and depresssing past was with a girl. Mental nod and a note to hook him up with someone nice.
In some ways Juka almost admired Abyss. Certainly he admired the fact that the red giant could be so definitive in what he believed to be write and wrong. Juka was always so confused, things seemed to be so ambigious sometimes. He could only do his best and hope that it was the right decision, but he often questioned himself. Abyss didn't seem to have that problem; he knew what was right and acted on it. Or so it seemed to him anyway.
Juka made his next move, realizing that his killing question probably hadn't been appropriate. "I'm sorry for asking," he apologized. "I guess I didnt' think. That happens sometimes." Hopefully Hunter wouldn't think to badly of him for the misstep. He could tell that there was a story there and probably a very dark story but he didnt' ask any more questions.
"You know Abyss?" Juka asked. "What about his brother Venus? He's lovely and much less mean than Abyss." What he didnt' mention was that he and Venus also happened to have an on again off again affair. Or rather, maybe affair wasn't quite the right word. Fling maybe? Occasional extracurricular activities done together? The exact terminology didn't matter, what mattered was that Venus was his lovely red Prince.
"They were threatening the girl because she was a mutant. I swooped in to save her but Abyss was all ready there. I clobbered them unconcious but, well, Abyss wasn't so merciful." He shuddered, remembered the sight of the crumpled and unmoving bodies, victims of the big red mutant. "Shouldn't you at least give someone a chance to change?"
Juka could imagine a situation in which he might be forced to choose between the life of one and the life of another and he didn't know, if it came down to that, which way he would turn. To kill someone to save someone? He didn't know if he could even do such a thing. "Have you ever killed someone?" Was that a stupid question to ask a vampire?
So maybe Juka hadn't exactly managed to master the game of chess his first time around, but at least he had managed to capture a couple of pieces before losing. His defeat seemed imminent by that point but, when contemplating the exact circumstances, it was expected. After all Hunter had what, 300? 400? years more experience at this game than him? Plus it was his first time so that assauged his poor bruised ego somewhat.
"Cartoon combat is the best combat," Juka asserted with a rather difinitive nod of his head. "But its a little more practical than that. Anvils are heavy without being too big and I can't bubble really big things. And maybe I'm not the roughest person." Even that admittion was just a little ego bruising. He was supposed to be a big tough super hero now, after all.
"I don't kill people." The statement was very certain. "I met Abyss once, do you know Abyss? He killed someone and saved a blue skinned girl. For a while I almost thought he did the right thing, saving the girl and taking dangerous men off the streets, but then I realized no one has the right to choose who lives and dies. So I just incapacitate and punish. I can still make them regret doing bad things without actually killing them, don't you think?" Maybe a 400 year old vampire would offer more insight than a barely adult red haired bubbler.
Juka wasn't quite sure how his fabricky attack had managed to actually succeed, but the thug he had aimed at dropped his gun and began pointing and yelling in terrified fashion. Maybe he had just so happened to hit him with the cloak's clasp or maybe the man was just so shocked that he had dropped the weapon, but either way it was a good result. In fact, the entire scene probably would have been rather comical in different circumstances.
Just to be on the safe side, Juka sent out a second tendril that bubbled the offending weapon, floating it out of range of any of the thugs. He wouldn't want one of them deciding that they were brave, all of a sudden, and take a dive at the gun and start shooting. Bubbles, he had learned from painful experience, were not very good at deflecting weapons and he could only imagine that bullets would cause just as much damage with a bubble in the way as without a bubble in the way.
The woman beside Juka then suddenly announced that she was a mutant too and, he could have been mistaken but, was her shadow moving? As in, moving on its own without her body also moving to correspond with it? Whatever the case was, exactly, the thugs were not having any of it and fled the scene, yellling insults and threads as they went.
Juka turned his attention back to the girl who had just introduced herself as Emil and unbubbled. He put the offending gun into his bag (hopefully someone around the Mansion would be able to dispose of it) and the bag back into his hand. He went to hug her in comfort, if she would allow him to do so. "You don't need to worry, darling. Its not your fault and they're gone now. My name's Juka."
Juka had a hard time really seeing Hunter as any sort of a monster. He seemed so calm and collected, so very wise. Wisdom, he supposed, didn't prevent one from being a monster but being calm and even should have, shouldn't it? Maybe it was just because he was a vampire and used to drink blood. Some people, after all, were harder on themselves then they really should be. Even Juka was sometimes extra hard on himself.
"I don't think I'm very gentle," Juka said with amusement. "Kind and decent maybe, I do try to do the right thing. Did I mention that I sometimes hit people with anvils?" Of course, he never just hit people for no reason. Usually it was to stop some evil doer from doing something they shouldn't be doing and he always aimed to merely incapacitate. No permanent damage and killing was absolutely witout question to be avoided at all costs.
The knowledge that, in all likelihood, Juka was going to live forever if nothing unforseen happened was still a very surreal feeling. He had never had ambitions to live forever unless one counted having his name and his music live forever. Nor did he ever think that he'd want to acquire the powers of a vampire even if it was a possibility. But there were certainly enough people out there that would probably literally kill for the opportunity; he even knew one or two of them personally.
"I wonder sometimes, what makes a person human? Lately especially, with the changes in my power. When does a mutant cease being human and become something else entirely? Humans sleep and eat and age and have the constant threat of mortality hanging over their every move. But you and I are different, aren't we? I don't sleep or eat and you can heal almost any wound and I guess neither of us age. Are we still human?"
Juka wasn't used to such profound thinking but then, he wasn't used to having a reason for such profound thinking either. And if it turned out that he wasn't human any longer than what was he? And what did that mean for his future? It was starting to make his brain hurt a little.
Juka nodded his head, most pleased with the agreement that he and Hunter appeared to have gotten to. Agreements were good, things were far less complicated that way. He could see himself just sort of floating in every so often to see what his new (or perhaps old by that time) friend was doing. It was a rather neat thought to see someone through the decades remain perpetually young.
Equally good was the fact that he had finally managed to steal one of Hunter's chess pieces. He clapped his hands exuberantly, even if he was still getting his ass handed to him. At least he now had a little black horsey. "Do people ever get jealous of you and try to steal your powers or something?" Actually, now that he really thought about it, how would one steal powers anyway? "Or, I don't know, get you to bite them and turn them into a vampire too?"
Juka could understand how being with someone for long periods of time could get annoying. It was one of the reasons he had so rarely been in an actual committed relationship. He enjoyed, far too much, meeting and spending time with too many different people. Plus, there just weren't many people out there that were willing to deal with all of his quarks on a long term personal level. He could only imagine how much more elevated that sort of reality would be when he was talking about decades or centuries rather than months or years.
"Oh I don't mean being with you all the time," Juka assured him, moving another chess piece on the board. "More like, coming to visit every so often. You know, just to have a familiar face around. I like you and all, but it'd get pretty boring if you were the only one I spent time with." He nodded his head. "No offense, of course because you really are lovely."
Juka couldn't imagine living his life without people. He was a socialite by nature, constantly surrounding himself with friends. There were times he needed to be alone, of course, but with a floating bubble it wasn't difficult to find a moment or an hour of peace and quiet and after that he always returned to the bustle of his social life. When he was much younger he spent more time alone and he was miserable because of it but it was different now.
"And you'll be my friend too won't you?" Juka liked Hunter, even if he was a little odd and much older than him. "Then we'll both have at least one person we don't need to worry about growing old. I think that would be better, don't you?" He looked up hopefully at the vampire.
Feelings of apprehension warred with feelings of feeling bad for the little plant man. Kai really was sweet to be so worried about him, but all that worry and stress might cause something unforeseen to happen. He didn't want Kai to have a stress induced heart attack or something. Now that was a funny thought given present circumstances.
Juka kept moving his fingers from his heart to his neck to the front side of his wrist, both fascinated and horrified by the lack of heart beat. Just when he thought things couldn't get any stranger, this happened. Distantly, distractedly, he heard the mention of the name Lori but the name was unfamiliar to him. Would she be able to help?
Juka waved happily at the colourful punks as they made their departure, blowing a kiss at his little purple haired beauty. Oh yes, there was no doubt that she would be calling him sooner rather than later and equally no doubt that he would offer her the time of her life. He knew she had never been with someone like him before because, well, there was no one like him out there! And that was even if you didn't count the giant floating soap bubble.
"Now, to the museum!" Juka enthused, now that he and Andrea were once again alone in the quiet of the city streets. Well, as quiet as the New York City streets ever got, anyway.
"...Um... I don't...know where we are...Do you?"
"Um..." Juka blinked in confusion. "I don't think I've ever been here before." He looked around, suddenly feeling a little nervous. This really wasn't the best area of town, being very run down. This was the sort of place he would come to do his nightly patrols, the type of place where thugs, vandals and thieves tended to be. He suddenly wished that he had his anvils with him.
"Um...I think it's that way?" Juka pointed to the right though he was clearly wasn't confident in his decision. He tried to conjure up a mental map of the city but it was a complete failure. The city was big, almost as big as Tokyo and even though he went out most nights on patrol, he hadn't gone everywhere there was to go in the city, not even close. "Maybe we can find a gas station and ask for directions?"
