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 bowed to the enthusiastic teenager, who couldn't' have been any older than he was, who so dearly wanted a bubble ride with him. "Watch and prepare to be amazed," he stated. He extended a hand for the purple haired woman to take, which she did with much enthusiasm and giggling. "Now I will show you, may adoring audience, exactly what the amazing Juka Miami can truly do." He bowed dramatically, first at the crowd, then at his soon to be passenger. A moment later his bubble appeared, raising both himself and the girl a foot off the ground. She gasped and held onto his hand tighter, looking out with awe filled eyes. A moment later, after double checking to make sure that she was doing ok, the bubble rose into the air, Juka's arms around the girl. He made a slow circle around the group before kissing the girl on the cheek (and covertly passing him a card with his phone number) and returning to the ground and unbubbling. The girl stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance and grinning the widest grin possible.
"I see you've also managed to find some fans," Juka observed as the cameras flashed. He posed for a picture or two of his own, indulging the group's curiosity. He waved and smiled, completely in his element for all of the attention that was being showered upon the two of them. Realizing, however, that Andrea was not nearly so comfortable with the unexpected turn of affairs as he was, Juka decided that it was time to take their leave. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl, after all.
"My new friends," Juka implored elegantly. "As much as I would simply love to pose and take pictures with you all day, I must take my lovely lady with me to the museum. You see, I promised her some quality time together, you know how it is surely? But you all must come to my next show and I promise to make it extra special just for you." Juka winked at his new purple haired friend and former bubble passenger. Hopefully she would call and that would make him brilliantly happy.
Juka blinked at the lengthy lists of languages. "Wow. Is that what you do in your spare time? Learn languages?" He supposed it would be a rather useful thing to learn for someone who could live hundreds of years. "You probably can't live in the same place for too long can you? Or else people would discover you're all immortal and blood drinking right? Or at least, used to be." It was a rather sad thought.
Juka took a careful look at the chess board and, after some deliberation, decided on a move. He didn't really expect to win against such an expert, but that didn't mean that he was going to make it easy. Or at least he hoped he wasn't going to make it easy. There were an awful lot of rules, after all.
Juka clapped his hands in pleasurable excitement at the realization that Hunter spoke Japanese as well. "You lovely man," he said back in Japanese, "you make me so happy I could kiss you right now." He didn't though. Even before he started understanding about personal boundaries he knew you didn't just go up and kiss people for no reason. "No except Shinny speaks Japanese. So, what do I need to know for my trip to Europe? And what other languages do you speak?" Oh, glorious exciting day.
Juka watched the jumbling of pieces in fists before choosing the left hand. He assumed it had something to do with deciding if he would be the black team or the white team. They were such pretty figures it didn't really matter to him much which one he ended up being.
Visions of exotic cultures and strange languages danced through Juka's head. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Why, of course he could travel to Europe, pretty much whenever he wanted to. He was the bubble master extraordinaire and could go pretty much wherever he wanted to. A few days travel time wasn't really that bad, right? Or, he could make it a road trip (so to speak) and take an entire week to get there, pausing wherever something looked interesting. The only concern was how to avoid getting lost and he could probably do that with a simple GPS navigator. "Do many people over there speak English or Japanese?" That was the second problem that he could conceive of.
During Hunter's second description of the game Juka managed to only be slightly distracted, actually managing to pay attention (mostly) this time. First he would learn to play chess then he would go visit Europe and not the other way around.
"France would be a wonderful place to visit!" Juka stated with enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll float there sometime soon. Of course," a frown at the thought, "there might be the problem that I don't actually speak French. Oh, there are a whole bunch of countries over there that are worth seeing, aren't there? England and Scotland and Norway and Sweden. Maybe I'll just go on a personal floating European tour. What do you think?" He was almost literally buzzing with the enthusiasm of his newest plot.
After coming up with his newest of plans, it took Juka more than a little effort to bring his attention back to the game at hand. Here he was trying to learn to play Chess and all he could think of was floating over the ocean in order to go and visit new and interesting places. What must they be like? Were they similar to the US? Or even to Japan? Those were the only two places he had been in his life so far. Would anyone want to come with him on his trip? Would he even be able to bring anyone on his trip? Floating with people tended to make him tired after a while so he wasn't certain he could float someone across the entire ocean.
"I'm sorry," Juka apologized, realizing that Hunter was half way through his explanation on how the game worked and he hadn't remembered a word of it. "I guess I got kind of distracted for a moment. With a monumental influx of will, he vowed to pay attention at least until he knew the basics. Then he could proceed with planning his trip to France.
"What was it even like in 1773?" Juka asked. He remembered, vaguely, his history classes and he knew that there was no technology back then, at least not like he knew of it. Weren't they bereft of proper heating and plumbing too? Of course, those sorts of things wouldn't really bother him much anyway since, magical bubble that he had, he didn't really need either. Still, when else would he have a chance to talk to someone who had actually experienced life like that? Answer: Probably never. Unless he could learn to time travel. Add that to the list of mutant powers he had to learn (as well as being able to transform and manipulate pretty colours).
"I think I've got the basics down," Juka answered. After a moment's thought he moved a pawn ahead on the board. "Do you use the internet at all? Its got pretty much everything."
Juka waved with much enthusiasm at Hunter when he spotted the other man. His good friends he would have run up and given a giant hug, but he was pretty sure their friendship hadn't quite gotten to that level yet, having only met the previous night. Besides, he was actually starting to learn that some people got uncomfortable with random hugs from almost total strangers. Strange people they were, too. Who could possible have a problem with a hug?
Juka accepted the offered books with a grin and a bow. He didn't ask about the price because the thought of money being an issue didn't even occur to him; one of the symptoms of growing up in a wealthy household and not having to work a day in his life. "You are such a lovely man, Hunter. So kind to offer me such thoughtful gifts."
Taking a seat at the offered table, Juka arranged the pieces in proper fashion. That much, at least, he had managed to pick up and remember from his little bit of research the previous night. "What a beautiful board," he complimented.
Apparently Juka was going to learn to play chess. Him. Juka Miami. Learning chess. When did the world turn so far topsy turvy? When had he become the little geek who sat down at the table with the funny little timer thingy and moved around little white and black figures across a checkered board? Life just wasn't what it was supposed to be if he, Juka Miami, rock star extraordinaire, was learning chess.
All the previous night, after his usual patrol of the city, he had spent on the computer looking up information on chess. The basic rules, at least, he knew. Sort of. His attention had kind of flagged half way through his research and he had somehow ended up on youtube around 4 am and everyone knew that once you ended up on youtube the rest of the night was over and you were never getting off of it.
Even with his somewhat scatterbrained mind, though, he was excited. Who knew if he would actually end up with any sort of talent at the game, but at least it was something to keep his attention in those small hours of the morning where youtube was just not cutting it. He floated over from his apartment after feeding his kitties and landed in a secluded corner of Central park, walking the rest of the way to the designated meeting place.
How did one help someone who so clearly didn't want any help? Juka really didn't' know. An image of picking up the woman and forcing her into his bubble so that he could float her to the mansion and deposit her in front of Doc Prof for saving entered his mind, but he discarded the idea almost as soon as it appeared. That seemed like a very bad idea given her power and Juka didn't want to pop like that ball had. There had to be some way to get her help though, if not for her own sake then certainly for the sake of anyone she might hurt, accidentally or otherwise. If he had his anvils with him he could just knock her unconscious and then proceed with the floating but he unfortunately didn't have those with him. It just wasn't very practical to float anvils around everywhere he went.
"Well I'm glad that I at least deserve to live." Juka shot a worried direction Shana's way. Why wasn't it all that comforting to hear that the two of them deserved to live? For one thing, he didn't really like the idea of someone else saying that he 'deserved' to live. Everyone deserved to live. Even people that did bad things deserved to live, even if some of them also deserved to be punished. Even in the rare cases that they didn't, it wasn't up to anyone to decide that they didn't. Fate would take its course and, one way or another, they would be punished fittingly for whatever their crimes were.
"So, were you doing something in particular before you came upon us?" Juka asked. It just seemed prudent to change the topic of conversation away from humans and mutants that 'deserved' to live. "And no one tends to think I'm a mutant unless I start bubbling or something." Actually, maybe they would think he was a mutant by now. After all, her performed in a mutant band in public and was starting to care less and less about bubbling in public. Most people, surprisingly, actually reacted fairly well to it.
Juka was about to leave, honest. So he was a little curious peeking around a property that he didn't own because it reminded him as home. Its not like he was some creepy stalker or anything, right? Besides, didn't you actually have to know the person that lived in the house to stalk them? And if he really wanted to be a creepy stalker he was pretty sure that he wouldn't just be floating here out in the open for anyone to see. He liked to think that he had a little more intelligence than that. Actually, he didn't like to think about becoming a creepy stalker at all but that was besides the point. If, and it was a big if all the way to the point of impossibility, but if he was to become a creepy stalker he would be the best creepy stalker ever and that meant, most certainly, not floating her in plain sight for all to see.
Realizing that the man Juka had spotted hadn't spotted him, he began raising his bubble in order to prepare for his departure. It had been a fun little foray into a stranger's land but it was time to go home before he got noticed. *Thwack*! "Ouch!" A golf ball had hit him. The man below had swung his club and, very rudely if he was any judge, hit him with a golf ball. There was sure to be a nasty bruise tomorrow not to mention the fact that his entire shoulder was now sore to the touch. Or, for all he knew, maybe there wouldn't be a nasty bruise with the way that his bubbles had been acting lately.
"You should really look where you're swinging that thing," Juka scolded in his very best disapproving voice. Enhancing the image were hands placed on hips and a very unhappy expression. "You could really hurt someone! Like me for example." A very very disapproving glare followed.
His heart was not beating. A second went by. Five seconds. Half a minute. His heart was still not beating. Panic did not lesson but slowly turned to confusion. His heart was not beating. It was not beating at all. So how was he still conscious? For that matter, how was he still alive at all? How long did it take for one to die from lack of a heartbeat? For that matter, shouldn't he notice something wrong beyond the fact that his heart wasn't beating? Shouldn't he, maybe start passing out or something? See black spots in front of his eyes? Feel pain? Or maybe go numb, he was pretty sure he'd heard something about heart attack victims going numb before. But nothing seemed to have changed beyond the fact that his heart was still. Something really wasn't right here, not at all.
Having judged that his death was not impending, Juka suddenly became aware of the fact that Kai was on the ground too and currently getting to his feet and the fact that his little potted plant had crashed to the ground and was currently lying in a potless pile of soil. First, what had happened. Second, had whatever had happened affected Kai as well? Third, was his bubble keeping him alive and if so, how?
"I don't think I'm going to die if that's what you mean," Juka answered uncertainly. He was too afraid of what would happen if his bubble suddenly disappeared to try and unbubble, but something told him he wouldn't be able to if he wanted to. Things like that had happened before when bad things had happened to him. "But my heart isn't beating." It came out far more calmly than he actually felt.
Juka didn't believe the girl for a second when she claimed that she wasn't afraid. He knew the difference between being rushed and being afraid and this girl was definitely the latter, although she didn't appear to be afraid of him at least, which was good. "Whatever it is, my dear, I can help you. Its kind of what I do." He gave his best reassuring smile.
"YOU BITCH! GET BACK HERE!"
Juka didn't have to wait long to figure out exactly what the woman had been afraid of as the person no, the group of people came around the bend and started yelling at her. Juka puffed himself up, trying to look as big and intimidating as he could (which wasn't really all that big or intimidating given the fact that its rather difficult to be intimidating in a dress) and glared at the thugs. "Leave her alone!" His voice, at least, held some kind of authority, enough that it caused the thugs to pause for a moment at least.
Juka took that momentary pause to properly assess the situation. There were more thugs than there were Jukas by quite a bit which was not good odds at all. Add to that the fact that he didn't have his normal customary anvils with him because he hadn't been expecting anything other than a simple shopping trip. So, his options were to either find an appropriate weapon fast or to grab the strange girl, bubble with the hopes that she wouldn't struggle so much that he accidentally dropped her, and float away. Floating away had the pro of getting out of harms way and the cons of either accidentally dropping the girl or the thugs turning their attentions on some other hapless victim. Fighting had the pro of not having to risk dropping the girl and hopefully stopping the thugs and the very big con of possibly getting his ass kicked in the process.
Then the gun came out and Juka knew there was only one thing he could do in good conscious. With the speed of thought he bubbled himself and put a mini bubble around his bag of green costume. Given the fact that it was the only weapon he currently had on hand (and it really was a poor weapon at that) he float charged the thug with the gun and slammed the bag of fabric into his arm, hopefully stunning him enough to cause him to drop the gun. Either that, or he'd just get more angry and start shooting at him. Juka did not like guns.
It was a lovely sight to see how much a simple bubble fascinated the plant man Kai. He began firing off questions in rapid fire fashion and Juka couldn't help but grin his amusement. He vowed that he really must spend more time with the adorable little man in the future because there was just something so pure and innocent about him and his curiosity. He realized that Kai reminded him a little of himself and that, in Juka's vaunted opinion, was not a bad thing at all.
Juka decided to tackle the questions one at a time. "I have to bubble myself in order to send out a tendril and form a mini bubble. I don't have the slightest idea what they're made of. They just sort of appear when I want them to and disappear leaving no trace behind when I don't them. I don't know where they come from or where they go when I'm finished with them." Hmm, he really didn't know much at all about his bubbles did he? Maybe there was someone he could ask and he filed away the question for future contemplation.
Juka was about to suggest that they get started immediately but never got the chance. Everything suddenly went black and he opened his eyes, completely disoriented, finding himself on the ground. His bubble was around him and he didn't know how it had gotten there. Something was seriously wrong, his heart, something was wrong with his heart. He felt a keen sense of panic as he realized that his heart had stopped beating. It wasn't beating! He couldn't survive without his heart could he? Of course not, no one could. Oh God. What was he going to do?
"Not Brooklyn it is then," Juka agreed. He didn't ask what was in Brooklyn that Van clearly didn't want to see. If he wanted to open up about his problems there then Juka was confident that he would do just that and if he didn't then it was Juka's role to try and get his mind off of his problems. It wasn't his role to pry. Of course 'not Brooklyn' left things rather wide open, especially when there was a floating bubble involved that could move as fast as a car, all be it a rather slow car.
"Where ever we go we should do something."
Oh no. Juka had the strange sinking feeling that once again his bubble had decided to act on its own without his permission. The last time it had done that poor Andrea had ended up with wiggly hair and he had never been able to forgive himself, even though she seemed to have no problem forgiving him. He gave Van a close (and hopefully covert) inspection, trying to ascertain what kind of damage had been done. Well, there was no wiggly hair and that was a very good sign. In fact, nothing at all seemed to be wiggly, another positive mark. Nor did he appear to be any colour or shape he was not supposed to be and, as far as he could tell, Van remained rather Vanlike. Most excellent revelations. So, what exactly had his bubble decided to do then? Maybe just its normal workings of waking him back up and giving him a nice non-physical meal. Hopefully.
"What do you want to do then?" Score one for Juka for not letting his apprehension enter his voice. "You'd be surprised at how boring things get late at night when you don't have to sleep." He grimaced at his countless hours spent doing absolutely nothing, being bored out of his mind and wishing he could just go to sleep simply to relieve the tedium of it all.
"I'm always free," Juka stated with a roll of his eyes. "I look forward to being taught by a master then. Just beware, I don't fail too often. I am they great and fabulous Juka Miami, after all." He winked and bowed almost back to his usual flamboyantly carefree self. His melancholy and worry would probably return, but not tonight at least.
As Hunter got to his feet Juka rebubbled himself. He was feeling better but he still didn't really feel like returning to the Mansion quite yet. "Oh, and if you ever want a bubble ride just let me know. You know, as repayment for the whole chess lessons thing." The idea of paying in actual money just didn't occur him who rarely even thought of the stuff.
