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.
"Chess?" Juka thought about it. He had never been much for Chess and games like it before because they required too much of sitting still and concentrating and he just wasn't very good at either of those things. Why sit and play games when you could be out performing or shopping or spending time with friends? There were so many different and far more interesting things that one could do with their time, after all.
Things had changed though, hadn't they? Even if his dream was only a horrible nightmarish dream (and he was beginning to think very definitely that it was not but was rather his subconscious giving him warning of the future), he still had an extra 8 hours every single day to use as he pleased. It had been lovely to have the extra time at first (except that at the time he had been stuck in his bubble and was psychologically scarred from the whole Aura almost killing him thing) but it had gotten old really quickly.
"Will you teach me to play?" Juka asked. "I don't exactly know any other players."
"An instrument?" Juka blinked at Hunter before bursting into giggles. "You haven't been in the city for very long have you? I just so happen to be the world famous Juka Miami formerly or Ukime and currently of Light in Darkness." He almost literally puffed up in pride. If there was one thing he loved more than anything else in the entire world it was singing and performing in front of people.
"You should really come see us perform," Juka stated. There was nothing quite so successful at getting his mind off of, well, just about anything, really than talking about and promoting his band. While he loved being a super hero, helping out people when needed, his heart was still on the stage. Plus, his current band had the added advantage of getting out the mutant message by all its members being mutants and incorporating powers into the show.
Juka was starting to panick, really panick. Maybe it had been the drinks he had consumed, but things were seeming very very bad right about now. What if he got stuck in his bubble longer than a month this time? What if he was not stuck in his bubble forever? Oh, he talked a good game about not caring what people thought and being proud of being a mutant, but it was different when confronted with the prospect of never being able to live a normal life again, even a normal life as abnormal as Juka's had a tendency to be. He couldn't get trapped in his bubble, he just couldn't! For one thing, he couldn't ever be able to touch a living human being agian and that just wasn't a prospect he desired.
"Saph I think I need you're help. Something's happened and I'm trapped in my bubble." He was too panicked, to worried about what was happening to realize how ridiculous that statement would sound to anyone other than him. Hadn't he dealt with his whole bubble problem all ready? This wasn't supposed to happen, not now that he was finally starting to understand what it was, exactly, that he could do with his new powers. Bubbles were supposed to stay unbubbled unless he wanted them and that was that. Or at least it should have been.
"And maybe you had better bring Ice Pirate as well, just in case." Or not. He didn't know. What was he going to do? Of course, panicked as he was, he didn't realize that his mind was starting to clear, just a little bit.
"So you're kind of like a shrink that just happens to be able to kick ass when needed?" Juka nodded in understanding. It made sense, really, that someone who had lived through generations and centuries would be uniquely qualified to help people through their problems. He wondered if one day in the very far future he'd be like that. Currently he had enough of an issue just working through his own problems, let alone the problems of anyone else.
"Say, do you happen to offer counceling for combatting boredom?" It was worth a shot wasn't it? "You see, I kind of have a problem. I don't sleep I don't even think my stupid bubble" he'd apologize to it later when it wasn't feeling quite so spiteful "would let me sleep if I wanted to. That means lots of spare time and lots of spare time means lots of boredom. I've been spending it helping people as much as I can, but you'd be surprised how much not sleeping contributes to hours and hours of having nothing to do."
Living for hundreds of years must be kind of similar in that regard. Except replace having to many hours in the day to having to many years in a lifetime. Or so Juka's mind thought anyway. Who knew, maybe he was completely wrong on that count. Its not like he had actually experienced any more years than his natural 18.
Juka accepted the card offered and put it into one of his numerous pockets. "Spiritual balance? I wasn't aware that spirits needed to learn to balance." He grinned at Hunter, obviously trying to make a joke. One couldnt' live in despair all the time, after all and without a little humour, well, what was there to life really?
"What do you do at your center anyway?" Talking about anything was better than dwelling on his own impending endless ages. "I know there are lessons at the Mansion, including self defense and such, is it kind of like that?" Not that he had ever beeen to one of those lessions. Actual physical combat wasn't really his thing. What did he need to punch things for anyway, when he could hit them with anvils instead?
"I don't think I can help with breathing." Juka frowned. Actually, he had never really considered trying to help someone with breathing before. But he knew that he still had to breathe, with or without his bubble and he was pretty sure if it was able to get rid of that particular need it probably would have done so. His permission didn't really seem to factor into the equation.
"Well if you ever change your mind the offer remains open." Juka was a little disappinted that he wasn't able to help more, but then the man had just met him so not having the most trust immediately was understandable. Not everyone was as trusting or trustworthy as he was.
Juka dug round in his pockets until he found a card with his picture on it and the picture of his band-mates for Light in Darkness, an all mutant visual kei style band. He scribbled his number on the back and handed it to Hunter. "Just in case you change your mind."
With the revalation that Sebastian had been alive for millenea it suddenly occurred to him that he was pretty sure that Ghosty was not similarly immortal. Poor Unicorn Man would have to watch his love whither like a precious flower right before his very eyes. And his poor Ghosty would have to live with the knowledge of her own impending mortality with her husband living forever beyond her. What a tragic story that was.
Juka contimplated the need for blood dillemma. It was rather sad to think that he had to restrain his powers for any reason. Mutant powers were wonderful things that should be used to do good things and make a difference. How sad that he should have to suppress his because the price was too high. A thought occurred to him.
"Is it kind of like eating or drinking? I mean, do you just get hungry and have to feed, or whatever?" He was thinking out loud and not sure how much sense he was really making. "Becuase, I kind of have a gift with that. The whole time bubble thing. I've made people no longer hungry or tired before maybe I could make you no longer need blood too. Well, at least for a little while. It doesn't seem to last for any longer than it would normally last between having a meal and then getting hungry again, but its a start right?" He looked at Hunter hopefully, wanting to be able to help.
"Ghosty's husband? Unicorn man?" Juka took a seat on the offered bench. "He's really that old?" He hadn't seemed that old to Juka, but then again Hunter didn't really seem that old either except that he talked about things that no one with a normal life span could talk about with any authority. But if he had seen the man just wandering around on the street, he never would have guessed that he was hundreds of years older than he appeared.
"Can you do anything else?" Juka asked. In part it was curiosity and in part it was to get his mind off of his rather dismal thoughts. He didn't usually let things get to him like this, but then he also didn't usually wake up to discover that he might not die. "Not that being immortal isn't power enough, of course."
“Make plants grow faster? With bubbles? Wait, that’s… not really one of my questions.”
Juka grinned at Kai. His enthusiasm was just so very adorable! It quite confirmed the fact that Juka had come to the right place seeking out help to learn more about his powers. He nodded happily at him and, after looking around to make sure that there were no other customers in the store (he didn't want to scare away any potential customers with crazy mutant power demonstrations) proceeded to bubble himself. He then sent out a tendril to one of the potted plants on display and once the tendril touched the plant, the end turned into a bubble with the plant inside. Finally he floated the plant over to Kai and dropped it into his hand or, if he chose not to accepted to offered planty gift, onto the table. Demonstration over, he unbubbled.
“I’d be happy to help you with your experiments, What else have you put in bubbles?”
"Oh you lovely dear! I could hug you right now I'm so happy to hear that!" Except that Juka had been learning a little more about a whole thing called personal space and boundaries and so did not run up and hug the boy. No, he remained quite professional and he was pretty sure that Jewelly would have been proud of him and his restraint.
"Oh, I can put just about anything in them as long as its small enough. My personal favourit thing is anvils, but that's only if there are baddies trying to hit me or I have to save defenseless damsels or something." He winked at Kai.
Juka was happy that the stranger had accepted his comfort, if only for a moment. After the embrace was broken he bowed to the man. "I'm Juka Miami. Figured we should exchange names now, right?" He smiled, though the smile was tinged with sadness. Life really did take on unexpected turns. How could he have possibly expected a year ago that he would be standing next to a four hundred year old man contemplating his own possible immortality? It was crazy, ridiculous, not possible. And yet, here he was doing just that thing.
Juka literally couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of generations and centuries. How could an 18 year old man possibly understand what it must be like to go through such experiences? The prospect of everyone rotting away terrified him, but that was something he would eventually have to deal with, wasn't it? Wehter he wanted to or not. The more he thought about it the more he realized that it was very likely what was happening to him. Unlike the man before him, however, he could probably choose whether or not he wanted to live or die because he could reverse or speed up time inside of them.
Or maybe not. Now that he thought about it, more than once his bubble had acted of his own accord in order to protect him. The month after Aura's attack being the most obvious, but even when out drinking and having his bubble make him sober again wither he wanted it or not. If that was the pattern, maybe it woudln't let him age after all. So many things to consider.
"Are there many immortal mutants around?" Juka asked, genuinely curious. "Maybe its better if you find a friend or two that can live forever with you. Then maybe it wouldn't seem so bad when everyone else ages and dies." Or maybe he was just trying to convince himself of that fact.
The man talked so solemnly and with such sorrow and truth in his words that Juka had the sudden urge to want to comfort him. Here he had come out to think and then sought guidance from some random strangerhe met in the middle of the night and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the man in a comforting embrace. It was so sad to think about the things that he must have gone through that Juka could barely comprehend it. Even with his current fears, it was so different to merely suspect as compared to actually experiencing.
Juka wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not but that was all part of being alive. He unbubbled, landing gracefully on the ground and walked up to the man. He walked slowly and carefully, not wanting to seem threatening. He couldn't do much for whatever it was that had caused such pain but at least he could try and be a friend, someone he could lean on if he wanted to. He went to give the man a comforting hug, allowing that if he shouldn't be accepting of the gesture he could move with little effort.
"I love people," Juka stated. "Maybe that's the problem. If I'm going to live forever" something that should have been a ridiculous thought but somehow wasn't, especially given this man's apparent age, "then I want them to live with me. Its not fair that I should be able to live while they have to die."
So maybe this stranger was actually someone who might understand. He didn't look very old, not old enough to 'understand time's terrible burden' but if Juka's own bubbles were preventing him from aging wouldn't he also be young forever. Best not to jump to conclusion though; after all he still didn't even techncially know if the man was the mutant. So far he had just used some semi-cryptic allusions that he might know some stuff.
"Well um, the thing is, I'm not sure if I'm aging anymore." There, he said it and it sounded ridiculous coming out fo his mouth. Even if that was true, why should that be a problem anyway? "I don't need to eat or sleep or do normal people things like that and I think part of it might be that I don't age anymroe either but I don't know for sure and if it is true I don't know what to do about it or if I even should do anything about it or if it means everyone I love is going to die while I remain young and its horrible and wonderful all at the same time and I'm so torribly confused!"
Juka ended his long rambling rant by blushing in embarrasement. Maybe the lack of sleep was getting to him. Surely he was just imagining things anyway, right?
Juka nodded and grinned at the dance demonstration. While Punk wasn't his main musical genre of choice, he had been to a punk show here and there back when he had lived in Seattle and there was no doubt that its fans got incredibly into their music. He had even moshed, once, just for the experience of it all but then decided that it wasn't really his thing. For Juka, potential pain was just not something that he desired when having musical experiences. "If you want to mosh be my guest," he agreed. Who was he to judge how someone else wanted to have fun? Besides, having fans that into his music at shows could only help his reputation as a musician and if a small group of punks joined then others would surely follow.
Juka almost fell over on top of Andrea when the bus suddenly swerved and all of them, punks and Juka and Andrea, were summarily kicked off of the bus. Well that wasn't very nice of the driver at all, now was it? Sure they were being a little bit loud and boisterous but they hadn't hurt anyone and no one had complained. Well maybe they had gotten a dirty look or two from the old couple sitting a couple seats ahead of them but surely dirty looks didn't count as complaints now? Besides, he got dirty looks from conservative old people all the time and that had never caused him to get kicked out of anywhere before. Maybe the driver was just having a bad day or something.
Juka didn't have time to properly finish his thought as, before he could properly react, the rainbow punks picked him up off of his seat and hoisted him onto their shoulders. Juka blinked down at them in momentary confusion before starting to giggle. "You really don't have to do that." A sudden thought occurred to him. They were no longer on the bus and the punks seemed to have a thing for mutants. Well, performer that he was, why not put on a show for them? "Say, how would you like to see some real live mutant powers?" He might even give one of them a more personal demonstration.
Juka wasn't sure how a person could be well versed on time, exactly although he took it as a good sign that the stranger neither ran away from him (which he had heard humans were sometimes likely to do when confronted with mutants) and he actually seemed to be taking his problem seriously. That, more than anything, was unexpected. In his confusion he hadn't really expected any sort of an answer but if this man was going to offer some advice, why not take it? Worst case he didn't know a thing and Juka was left exactly where he started and best case, who knew? Maybe it would even end in some useful advice.
"Its kind of complicated," Juka began. How did one even explain a problem such as his when a) he wasn't even sure what the problem was, exactly and b) even if it was a problem it might not actually be a problem. There, now he was confusing himself and he hadn't even started talking yet, not a good sign at all. "Um, so what do you know about time exactly?" Much better place to start, finding out the stranger knew before going off on what Juka himself was pretty sure that he didn't know.
Juka actually jumped as the unexpected voice spoke to him, his bubble following the movement into the air and back down again to its usual just above ground level floating. His heart pounded and he had to wait a minute for it to go back to usual levels. "You shouldn't scare people like that!" Juka scolded. It wasn't really needed, but to give himself another moment to compose himself he worked some none-existent wrinkles out of his elaborate skirts.
Once Juka's heart had returned to normal levels of operation he turned his attentions to the man that had so nearly given him a heart attack. He didn't look too much older than Juka himself did but his most striking feature were his silver eyes. Unusual to say the least, but it was always possible that they were contacts. "I don't think you can help me," Juka answered sadly. "Unless you happen to know a little something about time bubbles?" He looked up hopefully, but doubted very much the man knew anything at all about that particular topic.
