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.
As Juka floated serenely down one of the park paths, his thoughts spun around in circles. Could he be immortal? No, that wasn't quite right because he knew he could be hurt. Maybe ageless was the right term then? Could his bubble turn back time so that he didn't really age any more? And if it did turn back time, what if he wanted to age? Did he even have a choice in the matter? Most people would jump at the opportunity to never have to worry about becoming old and never have to worry about dying, but what if it meant that everyone he ever cared about would die? What if it meant his dream or vision or whatever it was came true? He shuddered at the thought. What kind of life could he possibly live with that sort of reality hanging over his head?
Juka, never the most observant of people, was even less in touch with the physical world around him than he usually was. His thoughts were so turbulent at that exact moment that he didn't even notice the man sitting on the bench as he floated past. Maybe it didn't really matter anyway. After all, even if his vision was true (and he still was far from certain) he wouldn't have to worry about that for years to come, decades even. So why fret about it now? Even trying to convince himself of that, though, he coudln't get the horrible images out of his head. Juka put his head into his hands, despairingly. What was he going to do?
Juka floated just above the roof of a building that looked vaguely like the Mansion except run down and crumbling. It was as if the Mansion had been left alone, no one to tend to it, for years and what remained was a barely habitable shell of its former self. It was dawn, the sun just rising and he was watching it. Slowly, as the minutes ticked by and the sun grew larger in the sky, the scene brightened and he could make out more of what lay below him. Scattered on the ground were bits of rubble, remnants of a better time. The lawn, far from the nicely tended yard it normally was, was overgrown with weeds and looked like it hadn't been cut in months. Everywhere were signs of neglect as if the place had been forgotten and abandoned.
Yet there were also signs of habitation, despite the sorry state of the place. Over to the right a bicycle was propped up against a tree, old and slightly rusted but still in use. To the left was the remains of a campfire, ashes still fresh from the night before. There may be no one tending to the building or the grounds any longer but clearly there were still people residing within. It was almost more depressing to think that people still called this place home than if they had completely left it alone, especially when he thought about its former glory.
The sun finally at its full glory in the sky, Juka found himself floating down from the roof to the ground and entering the building. He saw people inside but they seemed to be moving at slow motion, as if under water. At first he didn't recognize any of them, each one was elderly and failing and he was young and lithe as he always had been. But then he noticed a shadow of an image interposed within each elderly individual. There was Gawain, hair grey and mind failing. There was his Ghosty, the barest whisp of her formal self. And, most horrible of all, was his best friend Jewelly, so decrepit with age that she was confined to a wheelchair. Everywhere his eyes looked he saw the people he knew but aged and dying, moving at underwater speeds going about their daily lives.
Even as Juka found himself stopping to say a kind word or two to each individual he saw or to give someone a bit of food or to help them clean themselves off, he felt a profound sense of horror and despair. He was as he had always been, young and unchanging and these were his friends and they were rotting away before his eyes.
Suddenly the scene changed and Juka was surrounded by caskets. Each casket had the name of one of his friends on it. He was alone and felt it keenly. Everyone he had ever known and loved was dead. He was doomed to live forever, watching as everything he ever cared for rotted away into nothingness.
Abruptly Juka opened his eyes and stifled a scream of horror. He wasn't sleeping, he wasn't even sure that he could, but he was still capable of dreaming, of a sort. At certain times he would close his eyes and simply allow his mind to wonder. Usually it wandered to his band or his powers. This time it was different, this time his imagination almost had the feeling of prophesy behind it. Could that be true? His bubbled affected time. He no longer had to sleep or eat or do much of anything normal human beings had to. Could it be possible that...he no longer aged either?
Suddenly Juka couldn't bear to stay inside his room at the Mansion. The images in his mind were just too fresh and the possibly they brought up was far to horrible and far to amazing to contemplate. He didn't even know what the thought about it, if it was true that was. And it couldn't be, could it? Silently, he opened his window and bubbled, floating to Central park. That was where he went to think, especially at this time when there were so few people around. Once there he simply allowed his mind to wander, floating just above the ground.
Dancing? Now that Juka thought about it he was pretty sure that she had mentioned something about dancing during their last encounter. It hadn't really made a lot of sense at the time, but given this new information it was starting to. Not that he was ever likely to talk about dancing with her again, considering. But still, good information to know even if it would never prove useful. If nothing else he could warn people about it.
"So, um, did you learn anything about her?" Juka aked with a combination of trepidation and curiosity. "Like, I don't know, how to get justice for some of the horrible things she's done?" And he wasn't just referring to her almost killing him; it was far more serious that she seemed to have no problem at all killing humans.
"Did you know she has a pet skunk?" It was random and out of nowhere, Juka knew, but it was just one of those odd facts. Who would think a spycho killer would also own a skunk, of all things?
Somehow Juka managed to resist the urge to run up and hug Gawain a second time upon hearing that he was fully healed and Twyla had all ready made sure of it. Instead he settled for an appproving nod of the head. It was a little less intrusive than the hug but still got across his point.
Then it was Gawain's turn to ramble or, if not ramble exactly, then at least struggle to get out exactly what she was trying to get out. "So you met Aura who tried to make friend with you by hurting you in an allley by way of introduction?" Juka blinked, clearly confused. How did that work anyway?
"She wasn't, um, trying to kill anyone at the time was she?" That had been what had spurred his encounter with her. Then again, he had previous encounters with her as well in which she was not trying to kill someone, so maybe it depended on the time of day or what day of the weak it was.
Juka waited patiently for Gawain to gather his thoughts. It didn't seem like this was just a social call, which was kind of a shame really. Juka like Gawain and his gender bending ways and would enjoy spending time with him just for the hell of it. Still, if he had something important to discuss than Juka would certainly be there to listen and provide whatever help he might be able to. If he was able to provide any help at all, that was and sometimes he wasn't so sure. He wasn't exactly an expert on much of anything, unless one counted fashion and music and the look on Gawain's face led him to believe that this wouldn't be a fashion crisis.
"You met Aura?" Juka couldn't help but keep the little waver out of his voice. His encounter with Aura had been the single most horrible thing to happen in his life thus far and that was no exageration. Plus, there was the fact that the encounter had almost led to him going crazy and killing Gawain himself and that wasn't exactly a pleasant memory either.
"I don't know what to say to that. You know Aura tried to kill me and almost succeeded. Is there something I can do to help? Did she hurt you? Are you going to be ok? Do you need to see the Doc? You don't look injured." He peered at him closely, then realized he was rambling and his cheeks turned red. Oops, he didn't mean to start nervous rambling all of a sudden.
Currently Juka was sitting in his room doing all of absolutely nothing. Well ok, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. He was currently doing all of listening to music and reading a rather lovely book, but that pretty much amounted to absolutely nothing. But hadn't he earned it considering all of the discoveries he had made about his powers recently and considering his nightly forays into the city to go out and do good things? Plus, he had found his costume and so that completed everything. Thus, a break from all the chaos had been well earned and he intended to enjoy his day off to the fullest extent possible. The only thing he was missing now was a delicious cupcake. Yes, a cupcake. Perhaps he would go into the city and get one but the problem with that plan was that it necessitated him moving and he simply did not feel like moving right at the moment. Life, even cupcakeless, was good.
"Hey, Juka. Mind if I come in? Got somethin' to talk to you about."
"Gawain!" Juka jumped up out of his seat and gave a deep bow. When was the last time he had talked to the mirror mancer before anyway? Was it way back after the epic battle with Cthulu? Why, he believed it had been. Well, that was far too long indeed to go without talking to the charming gender shifting mirror walker. Far too long indeed.
Juka ran over to Gawain and gave him a big exuberant hug. "Darling, you know you can always come and talk to me. We are comrades in arms after our epic encounter with the clay monster Cthulu, right? "Dearest, come in, take a seat and talk to your heart's content." Juka gestured Mirror inside offering him either the bed or the chair, whichever he felt more comfortable with. Juka intended to take whichever implement of sitting happened to be left over.
I'm not too sure that Juka seeks self help, exactly, but I think that he would find Hunter to be a rather interesting character. If you want to set something up with MRO's resident rock star bubbler let me know.
Neko circled, preparing his moment of attack. Just as he was beginning to make his descent, picking up speed as he went along, his opponent disappeared! Suddenly his opponent, so green and obvious, simply blended into the background. He thought he could see the vague outline of his enemy, but it was difficult to say. No turning back now though.
"Kecleon, use DIG!"
Was that being cheap? Juka certainly thought so even though even though he had done much the same thing with his fly, resulting in an auto-miss. Just as Neko approached the earth and shortly before colliding with it, he managed to stop moving. Even if he was forced to miss (how unfair was that?) he at least wasn't going to suicide his poor Neko.
"Oh, of course you can ask about my powers," Juka nodded happily. Everything was go so very well indeed. Plus, there was rarely (he honestly couldn't remember one anyway) a time when he wasn't willing to talk about his powers. One might even say that he enjoyed bragging about his powers, which probably wasn't too far off from the truth if he were perfectly honest with himself. But who wouldn't want to brag about magical floating time bubbles? Really.
Juka tried to think of exactly how he was going to explain what he was about to ask. "Well, plants and bubbles normally wouldn't go together. But, I've discovered that my bubbles can apparently make plants grow faster. Well, not just plants I think it works on anything, but I tried it on a plant in particular and made it bloom. It was very pretty." He nodded, remembering the pretty little flower that had resulted in the experiment. "The thing is, I'm not too sure how fast it makes plants grow. I thought that, maybe since you knew about plants you might be able to tell me."
There, he had said it. He had asked his favour. "I can off you a bubble ride in exchange, if you'd like." Because who wouldn't want a bubble ride?
Clearly Kai liked the plant which made Juka very happy indeed. It was a good day when his apologies were accepted and it was a good thing he had friends in many different places, one of which was was lovely enough to suggest the fern. Unfortunately he really wasn't all that knowledgeable when it came to plants.
"I'm so glad you like it," Juka stated with enthusiasm. "I just felt so terrible about what happened and I knew I had to come here and apologize and I knew that you liked plants so I was hoping that you'd like it." He smiled sheepishly, realizing that he was starting to ramble.
After a moment of silence Juka spoke up once more. "I actually have a favour to ask and if you don't want to help I understand and I won't be insulted but...well, its about some weird powers that have developed with my bubbles that I think you might be able to help with." Kai did seem like a nice person so hopefully he had read him correctly and he'd actually want to help. Its not like he would try to force him into it or anything since he just wasn't that kind of a person.
Kogamon looked absolutely amazing! Juka was more than happy to admit that fact, to himself or to others. In fact at the (obviously victorious) conclusion of this battle he would have to go up to him and compliment him on just how accurate his Kecleon was. That, however, would have to wait until such a time as he wasn't the arch enemy of the day. Once victory was had, then compliments could be meted out and not a moment before.
Gestures of mutual respect exchanged, Juka was ready to do battle. He had learned from his last experience that tackle was not the greatest move to have in his arsenal and, after his epic level up victory dance, had replaced it with a secret new move. That, however, would have to wait.
"Neko Fly!" And with those words, Juka and Neko both lifted off the ground to circle high above and wait for the perfect moment to come hurtling back downwards and bring the pain.
Instant relief at the fact that Kai did not seem to be mad at Juka for the horrible way he had treated the poor boy during the Pokemon tournament. Oh what a saint he was for not simply yelling and Juka and demanding that he leave his little store after forcing him unconscious through judicious use of fly and shadow ball. Surely no other more forgiving person could ever exist.
"I am so very very very sorry about hurting you and your poor little Liana during the Pokemon tournament," Juka said bowing very low. Upon rising to his feet he offered the potted fern to him. "I brought you a peace offering and although I know that it can never make up for the mean and terrible things that I did that day, I hope that you will take it as the gesture of peace that it is."
Juka held his breath, knowing if Kai refused his offer of apology he would surely be crushed. He hadn't meant to hurt the boy, surely that must count for something, right? Surely? He looked up, attempting to meet Kai's eyes with pleading sorrowful eyes of his own. If only he could show him just how truly sorry he really was.
Juka's recent foray into the woods to discover exactly what his new powers could do was, if he was to be any judge, a raging success. He knew now that he was Green Mage, bubbling time manipulator extraordinaire! How gloriously wonderful was that anyway? His bubbles had always been amazing, the envy of any mutant to be sure, but now they were even better! He could reverse or hasten time or even stop it; as long as it took place within the safe confines of one of his bubbles he was the master! He even had the outfit to prove his worthiness of the title Green Mage and thus life was complete. Or at least almost complete.
Although Juka now had a much better idea of exactly what his newfound powers could do, he still had only the vaguest idea of how quickly his powers could do whatever it was that they now did. His ever active mind had come up with a solution, however. One of his experiments had involved a plant, specifically a plant who he made bloom much faster than plants normally bloomed. Unfortunately, having little experience with plants, he couldn't really say how much faster it bloomed than usual except that plants normally take longer than a few hours. Luckily he just so happened to know someone who did know a little something about plants, someone who he also still had to apologize for for an unfortunate pokebattle mishap that had ended in him being unconscious.
For these two reasons Juka found himself entering the doors of Flower Peddlers in search of Kai. In his hand she held a little potted fern, his gesture of apology and peace. Hopefully he would be forgiven his unfortunate sins.
Aside from a nagging little bit of guilt at the back of his mind, Juka was still riding high from his grandest of victories against Kai and his tangela. It wasn't really his fault that he had caused Kai to fall unconscious, after all he couldn't have possibly known that hurting Liana would also hurt Liana's owner. However, that fight was now behind him and it was time for one more victory on his road to Pokemon mastery and the title of Grandest Pokemon Champion of them All.
Juka and Neko's second opponent would be Shana and her Koga Kecleon both of which he considered to be friends but both of which were also sure to go down in ultimate defeat. No one could stand up against his most awesome and powerful of drifblim, especially not some lizard boy.
After some victory laden experience and a level up, Neko had gotten a bit of an upgrade, reinforcing his little radio heart even more than before. Juka floated into the field of battle, drifblim once again hidden within a fabricky pokeball. He bowed deeply to his blue haired opponent (just because he was going to win didn't mean he had to eliminate his sense of chivalry) and yelled out, "Drifblim I choose you!" With the pull of a carefully tied string, the pokeball fabric fell away revealing the drifblim underneath.
Down went Neko until suddenly *thud* he hit his enemy solidly and...victory! Juka's first impulse was to let out a loud whoop (which he did exuberantly) in celebration of a hard fought battle that ended as all hard fought battles should: with him on top and with gloating rights. But a moment later he realized just how in poor taste his celebrations really were as he noticed that not only was Liana out cold (how could he have done such a callous thing to such a cute planty anyway?) but so was Kai.
Juka sobered almost instantly when he realized that Kai had been hurt. He hadn't even touched the boy, honestly. Anyone who happened to have been watching the fight surely would have seen that, right? He hadn't meant for anyone to get hurt, this was just supposed to be a fun little game of pokemon battles.
The least he could do, Juka decided, was to make sure that Kai and Liana got the medical attention they needed. With that in mind, he unbubbled and wrapped his arms around Kai, bubbling once more with Kai safely inside. He then sent out a tendril to bubble Liana in a mini bubble and proceeded to float to the infirmary with his unfortunate victims in hand. The good Doc Prof would surely take care of them from here and as soon as the boy was conscious again he would beg forgiveness and do everything he could to make up for his horrible evil act. Unbearable guilt ate at him. Oh, what a monster he was.
