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 could appreciate the sentiment of doing what was interesting. It as, after all, pretty much the philosophy of his life. Fashion was interesting so, why not make it into one of the pillars of his life? Same with music which had only become more important with time. And now he had his heroic streak though he wasn't certain that really counted as an interest.
"I'm pretty hard to kill too," Juka observed. "I'm pretty sure I couldn't' get run through with a sword and I heal as fast as a normal person, but my bubble prevents bleeding. I got impaled by Aura, a mutant girl who was trying to kill someone I tried to save. She almost killed me and I think my bubble kept me alive. And my heart stopped once for a day. But, here I am." He shrugged. Now that the almost dying incident and the heart incidents were behind him, he could look at them a little more clearly and with a little less stress.
"I guess I won't really know for sure if what I suspect is true for some time yet, though, unless something really drastic happens." Likely mutant with magical aging powers? It didn't seem very likely, but life was strange like that sometimes.
The information Gawain provided was certainly new, at least in part. He'd known Aura was nuts in the murderous psychopath kind of way but hadn't realized that she was nuts in other ways as well. Definitely a little weird, but not nuts. Nor had he known anything at all about her past.
"Aura was trying to kill someone when she attacked me as well. I tried to stop her and she didn't like that. I don't think she likes humans much. And then she called the ambulance to come pick me up." Juka shook his head, utterly baffled by the girl and her actions. "Who almost kills someone and then calls an ambulance for them?" It didn't make any sense.
It was a weird feeling to think that Juka might actually have the time to do all of the interesting things in the world. He had all ready learned to sing and perform, but to think that he could learn to play and potentially master other instruments too? It was absolutely nothing short of fantastic! The only question would be where to start.
"How did you ever decide what to learn first?" Juka asked. Then another question occurred to him, in a slightly different line of thinking. "How did you first discover that, you know, you couldn't die? Its not like you had a floating time bubble or anything, unless you're hiding something from me?" He winked to show that he wasn't being serious.
By this point Juka could really see that he was getting his ass kicked at Chess. It was a very good thing that they hadn't wagered any money on the game or made any bets like the loser having to do a strip dance on a rooftop or some such thing. That would not have ended well for him, though the prospect of Hunter doing a rooftop striptease was rather an amusing one. He filed it away for later use, trying to suppress a giggle at the mental image.
"I guess I'll be able to learn all sorts of interesting things. Like Spanish. I've always wanted to learn Spanish. Ooh, and maybe a new instrument. What do you think? I've always found violins to be nice. And maybe I can learn to be an animal tamer. That could be fun, don't you think?" In typical Juka fashion, his mind flipped from thoughts of doom and gloom right back to their usual cheery and exuberant self. Maybe immortality had its perks after all.
The idea that how things went was dependent on attitude was a good sign for Juka. He was normally very good at looking at life in the most positive way possible. So maybe the last couple of days hadn't been so great, that didn't mean that future days had to be bad. It had been a long time since he had had a major depressive episode, not since he had discovered music and fashion.
"I guess I just have to go with things as they come," Juka said with a sigh. He moved another piece as he spoke. "I can't really change it anyway, right? So what I can't change I have to learn to accept and make the best of. Just like I've done with my bubbles." Even though he loved his bubbles as the wonderful things they were and even though his bubbles really were the route of the entire problem. "I don't think, even with the problems they sometimes cause, that I'd ever trade my bubbles away for a normal life. I love them far too much."
Kai seemed more panicked than Juka himself felt. He felt disturbingly calm for all the reality that his heart had stopped and hearts were definitely not supposed to stop. Yet here he was, standing in his floating bubble, heart not beating and still alive and, for all intents and purposes, healthy. Except that his heart wasn't beating. It was a curious and disturbing feeling, all at the same time. He put a hand to his neck where his vein was and, predictably, didn't feel a pulse. His brain felt distant and detached, but definitely still operational.
Juka realized that Kai was trying to poke his bubble though he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why. "I think I'm fine as long as I stay in my bubble. Somehow it seems to be keeping me alive." Time bubbles stopped time. Blood flowed in time. Stopping time meant stopping blood flow. That kind of made sense didn't it? "Um, what are you doing anyway?" At least he'd stopped poking at his bubble. A flash of living the rest of his life trapped in his bubble went through his head, a rather disturbing thought. Being trapped for a month was bad enough and he didn't really want to go through life wondering when the unforeseen would happen and his bubble would suddenly fail him causing him to fall dead on the street, right then and there.
"Getting someone to help might be for the best," Juka agreed. He didn't let the little trickle of panic enter his voice. He couldn't live his entire life in a bubble, he just couldn't. Kai's friend would be able to help surely, right? Except that no one had been able to help him the first time around when he got stuck in his bubble because no one could get close enough to help him. The trickle turned into a stream but it wasn't yet a river.
Urban legend. Juka liked the sound of that. It was almost better than rock star and he was all ready well on his way to that particular ambition. OK, so maybe well on his way was a bit of an exaggeration but at least it was true that he had gotten far enough that he actually had a band and his band was actually pretty good. People, at least in New York, were starting to know his name and his music. All that he needed now was a record deal, any sort of record deal, and he'd be set.
"So there are good things and bad things," Juka nodded thoughtfully. "Do you think its worth it? I mean, do you think the good things outweigh the bad things?" He had to hope so. If they weren't he should have been able to end it all anyway right? Surely living forever didn't mean that you couldn't die, only that you couldn't die naturally.
A second one of Juka's pieces was stolen in the game, leaving him feeling far more sad than it should have. He was distracted and he simply wasn't playing as well as he should have been which, given his lack of experience, probably wasn't all that good to begin with. What had been his problem the last couple of days? Normally things just bounced off of him and he didn't worry about them any more than was absolutely necessary. He couldn't' even blame it on something he eat because, well, he hadn't eaten in the last couple days. Maybe all he needed was some good quality chocolate?
"Maybe I could create my very own myth?" Juka suggested, have question in his voice. "I don't know, I could become the amazing bubbling faerie or something." He giggled at the thought before sobering again. "Its really not all that bad, is it? I mean, you're still here right?"
On one hand it was amusing to hear Hunter sounding like such an old man when he looked little older than Juka but on the other hand he had a horrible feeling that this was some sort of premonition of the future. Would this be him in a century or two? "How do you deal with it all?" Juka asked. He knew he was ruining the mood of what was supposed to be a fun night out but he just couldn't help it. These were things he was going to have to deal with one day.
Another piece was moved distractedly. "Trust me, you aren't the only one to hate the sparkly vampires, though I guess that's a little closer to home for you. But what's wrong with Anne Rice?" Anne Rice had been one of his high school favourites and one of the few book series he really got into or had the patience to read.
"Different isn't always a bad thing. I've obviously never seen the era that goth was based on, or really any era other than this one, but I like what I have here." Maybe that would change as the centuries passed though. Maybe he would always long for a forgotten time that could never return. A momentary cloud covered his face as his worry from the previous night returned. Endless years, decades, centuries. How would be deal with it? How could anyone deal with it. He tried to pull his mind out of those particular thoughts but didn't entirely succeed and the fact showed in his expression.
At least Juka hadn't lost another chess piece this round, that was a good thing. He thought again before moving another piece, though his heart wasn't really in the move. "Maybe you should consider it to be kind of an honor. People have taken your legend and embraced it and turned it into something all their own."
"Maybe you just haven't been around the goth scene enough," Juka suggested. He restrained himself from cringing at the mention of 'punk raves'. Had he actually been a punk rocker he might have punched Hunter for that one. Raves and punk shows were completely different and ravers and punks didn't tend to run in the same circles at all. "You'd probably like it more than you expect. The goths take a lot of their look and culture from Renaissance culture and fashion and just make it a little darker and more modern." Plus most of the goths he knew would love to meet a real live vampire, even if he wasn't sparkly.
First piece of Juka's was now gone but he wasn't yet too worried because he still had many pieces to go. That was a good thing, right? "I imagine there must be some language places around, I just haven't really bothered to look. It didn't occur to me until just now." Yes, he was well aware of the fact that he was often both scatter brained and absent minded.
Although Juka had only experienced the world as it was in recent years, the prospect of the varieties of cultures slowly fading seemed kind of sad to him until he came the the realization that while varieties from country to country might be fading, there were plenty of varieties within the countries still to be found and those were not likely to go away anytime soon.
Juka made another move before voicing his thoughts on the matter. "Maybe countries are starting to become more similar, but what about subcultures within countries? Me, for example, most would consider to be a part of the visual kei subculture and I have friends who were gothic lolitas. Then you've got the goths, the punks, the hardcore kids and the metal heads. Each one of them has a rather distinct culture with distinct and different beliefs, expressions and interests." Most were based around music, of course, but that was one of his passions and thus one of the things he knew a pretty good amount about.
Juka giggled, remembering his own experiences back in Japan dealing with tourists. They would speak in their broken Japanese, talking louder and louder so as to be better understood. Somehow that worked in their minds, if not in his. Or, even worse, talking in louder and louder English and just getting blank looks from those that didn't' speak the language. "I'd love to learn some new languages," Juka assured Hunter. "Or at least one new language. It might get a little confusing trying to learn multiple languages at the same time."
"Oh, I approve of that kind of sweaty," Juka assured Hunter with a wink and a giggle. Not that he had had much opportunity to enjoy that lately. Something about being in a band tended to attract people and, until recently, he had been bandless. Now that he had Light in Darkness finally formed and out there performing, however, his prospects were finally starting to improve again. Why, just recently he had met a rather lovely little purple haired punk and he planned to have all sorts of fun with her. Who knew, maybe she'd even be open to an invitation to someone else joining them as well. It had been some time since he had seen his charming Prince Venus and the woman did have a thing for mutants. Maybe it would extend to giant red mutants too.
"Japan's gotten better in recent years," Juka explained. He made another move, trying to figure out if he was winning or losing. To him it looked tied still since they both still had all their pieces. "Its becoming more westernized just as the west is adopting more stuff from Japan. Anime, for one thing, has exploded here in recent years."
"Oh, I do like Guinness, but there's a slight problem with that." A rather embarrassing problem. "If I drink more than a couple glasses my bubble, uh, kind of appears and won't disappear again until all the alcohol is out of my system. I can't really control it." Which was rather frightening the first time that little accident occurred.
"What you need is a floating bubble," Juka suggested, not entirely serious. "Or a travel companion with a floating bubble. Then you wouldn't have to worry about annoying things like needing water or food. Or have to worry about sweating, for that matter." A grimace because sweating was so very icky. Even he had to deal with it occasionally though, when he wasn't able to bubble for whatever reason.
"Have you ever been to Japan?" Juka asked. He knew Hunter spoke Japanese, obviously, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had actually been there. "There's nothing quite like the lights of Tokyo." Or maybe there was, for all he knew. It wasn't like he had been to many places to compare it too. He moved another piece of the chess board. "I've always wanted to go to London. My father almost got a contract there, but it didn't end up happening. And then I left home and haven't been back since." Because his parents probably wouldn't allow him back anyway, unless he decided to be a good little son and go to college to get a business degree and stop dressing like a girl. Like that was ever going to happen.
"Did you still have to eat?" Juka asked. He didn't exactly know a lot about vampires, after all, except for the fact that they drank blood. "What if you got stuck in a desert or something? Where would the best place to travel be?" He realized that he was running on with his questions again and tried to keep them back a little bit. Actually giving him a chance to answer of few of them first might be beneficial.
Juka moved another pawn on the chess board as he awaited his answers in eager anticipation. He may have known the rules but he didn't know much of anything about proper technique or strategy. Maybe after reading his new books he'd know a little more. Even in real life he didn't know a whole lot about strategy. His bubble had a tendency to make almost anything easy enough that he didn't really need to do much actual strategizing.
