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 shopping! Now, that fact alone wasn't really much of a surprise since it was one of his favourite past times. One didn't acquire the kind of wardrobe that he owned without a love of going to different stores, the more out of the way and unusual the better, as often as possible. But this particular shopping trip was special because this shopping trip had resulted in getting his super hero costume. Oh, yes indeed, Juka was finally going to be able to call himself a proper super hero, a caped crusader, a masked marvel because, finally, he had a costume.
Because he was Juka Miami, his super hero costume could not be any sort of normal super hero costume, oh no. There would be no spandex for him (not that he wouldn't look absolutely fabulous in skin tight spandex of course) oh no, he planned to go in a very different direction. His bubbles controlled time and thus he was a time mage. Time mages were actually green mages and therefore he would become Green Mage, complete with forest green robe with a large magus style hood and green ninja mask, because he obviously had to hide his face. In the bags he currently carried at his side, resided said green robe complete with lovely silver runic symbols along the edges and said green ninja mask. Overall it was a very successful day.
Perhaps it was because he was so preoccupied with his imaginings of Green Mage grandeur (although it hadn't quite occurred to him that he used his bubbles on stage with his band and that was a rather obvious mutation that made the whole secret identity things have some serious problems), but he didn't notice at all that there was someone running in his direction until that someone happened to actually run right into him.
"O-Oh! S-Sorry!"
Juka looked down to see a small black haired girl that seemed rather afraid of something, hopefully not of him. "Its ok, darling. No need to be afraid. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
From his position high above the field of battle, Juka saw the tangela attempt his vine whip attack and miss. Score one more point for the amazing future pokemon champion of the world, Juka Miami! At this late point in the battle not getting hit was almost as important as actualling hitting his opponent.
Juka waited another few seconds, trying to hold out for just the right moment, before finally sending Neko plummetting to the earth far below. Or at least, plummetting to the tangela standing on the earth far below. Speed gathered amazingly quickly and his opponent was clearly in his sights. Neko flew down like a rocket, attempting to fly right into the tangela and end the battle once and for all, advancing into the next round.
Juka crossed his fingers in these final moments of tension and excitement. This would the the defining attack of the battle, one way or another, and a successful hit here would mean his victory and being one step closer to taking the title.
Oh happpy day, it seemed that Neko's attacks had weakened the little tangela, possibly even more than Neko himself had been weakened. Juka tried not to let the pang of guilt get to him when he saw that Kai also seemed to be feeling the brunt of his attacks. Did it make him a bad person that someone was getting hurt because of a pokebattle when he wasn't hurt at all? But, since Kai didn't complain (even though such complaints would probably constitute a forfeit) he didn't halt his attack. Show no mercy!
Juka knew that this would be his final attack, win or lose. His drifblim simply couldn't take any more damage without crumbling apart. Because of that he knew that he had to make it a good one. It was time to resort to his most powerful attack, even if it would no longer be a surprise, how could he possibly fail?
For a second and final time in the battle, Juka and Neko took to the air, far above his little viney target. Neko circled, waiting for the perfect opportunity to divebomb his enemy in one final fly attack. Aiming was essential.
Juka carefully considered Abyss' words before summarily throwing them out. That might be a philosophy that would work for him, but it would most certainly not work for Juka. It was one thing to defend innocent mutants, it was quite another to kill someone for a crime that may not even be all that serious, especially if it was possible that they could learn from their actions and become better people for it. Especially if there was a chance that they weren't guilty at all or there were mitigating circumstances that helped explain their actions. "What if you make a mistake?" That was, perhaps, the most important question of all. "What if an innocent dies because you decided to be judge and jury?"
At that moment Krystal came out of the building along with another teenager who Juka assumed must be her sister. The other teenager had black spots, almost like leopard prints, all over her body and small sharp claws. Juka bowed to her and looked towards Abyss for directions on how to get to Sanctuary.
Neko's astonish went off just as Liana cast a solar beam attack. The two pokemon collided violently in a flash of light and sound and, while he might be mistaken, Juka thought he heard a slight cracking sound that may or may not have been the tough shell of his drifblim heart cracking under the pressure of the collision. That most definitely was not a good sound to be heard and he could only hope that his opponent was likewise getting close to the end of her life as a conscious pokemon.
Because of the sorry state of his drifblim (poor poor Neko taking all that abuse from the mean little Liana) Juka decided that there would be no more tackles or astonishes. Therefore he would be limited to shadowballs, which would not put is precious at risk. For the second time in the battle he prepared his little black orb and for the second time he shot it out at the tangela at high velocity.
I had heard such sentiments by the mods before, which is why I brought up the idea of it being a rather minor plot instead. Perhaps a fanfic type thing might be the way to go after all. I'll just have to wait and see if there is any interest by others to run such a thing. Personally I think it could be a lot of fun. I understand about the whole, way to much mod work thing though haha.
This is something I've been thinking about for a little while, loosely because of the future plot that occured on the site not too long ago. I thought that the idea was rather interesting and provided for some very cool potential directions for characters to go in. What I am currently contemplating, however, goes one step further than that going ahead maybe 20 or 25 years to give the opportunity for some plot involving the children of the current characters or, for those few of us with ageless characters, rp current characters with the children of current characters.
I think a plot like this would be interesting for just about everyone involved. Much like future plot, I would think of it more as a potential future rather than a set in stone future. Players gain the opportunity to really think about what the future of their characters would be like, possibly even after the age where they have "retired" from whatever quest they are currently undertaking. In addition, it would be interesting to envision the children of characters espcially those in character couples, mutant or not.
Is this something that would be possible to do, either on a small or a site wide level? I haven't really plotted in detail at this point, its just something that was floating around in my head that I thought would be interesting to consider.
Juka wasn't entirely sure how much time passed while he sat and read his book, resting his powers. He knew that his mouse had awoken and he had fed it little bits of mouse feed to keep it happy. Sometime after that the sun began to set so he knew he had been out for almost an entire day testing his powers and generally allowing himself time away from the chaos of the city. It was oddly peaceful and peace wasn't something he often sought out for himself. In addition to discovering more about what he could and could not do with his bubbles, the time alone was somewhat cathartic. It wasn't until he had gotten out of the city and truly had the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts that he truly realized that he had been needing this get away for quite some time.
Juka thought he had made peace with all of the changes in his life; from the attack on Aura to the encounter with Abyss to the conversation with Van and his subsequent decision to become a proper super hero, using his powers for the benefit of others. He discovered now that while mostly true, his new life and new vision of the world were still trying to settle within his mind. He had his old view of the world, beautiful and chaotic and generally good warring with his new, darker view of the world and he wasn't yet certain which world view would prevail. Abyss and Aura had shown him what kind of evils lurked within the hearts of men and mutants alike and, perhaps, they would have him believe that such evils made up most of the world. But he had also seen great good done and liked to believe that he was one of those who committed great (or at least good) acts of good.
The questions that Juka still needed to work out for himself, in his own mind, were a matter of scope. Good and evil both existed in the world because he had seen both of them but to what degree did each exist? He liked to believe that most people were, at their heart, good people, but what if he was wrong and evil was the predominant motivation? He knew that some people were worth helping and worth saving,but did that mean that all people were worth saving? He knew that in his quest for justice he wouldn't stoop to killing, but that didn't resolve within his own mind exactly how far he was willing to go to enforce his view of what was good and what wasn't. These were the sorts of questions the haunted him, the sorts of questions that he needed to work out in order to be, once again, at peace with himself and his position within the world around him. Until that time he could only do so much.
Juka took Andra's warning to heart and grabbed hold of a bar in order to ensure there was no chance of falling. Not only would such an act be entirely ungraceful (and a future rock star like himself could certainly not appear ungraceful) but it could also be potentially painful and injury inducing. Pain was something that he had never had much of an attraction to in fact, quite the contrary, he openly opposed it. Sure there were some people who thought it was all part of a good night of entertainment and he had no issue with such people; he just wasn't one of them. Let those who liked pain experience it, that's what he always said, and let those who don't avoid it. Everyone won that way.
Juka was about to inquire about whether busses were really that dangerous (in which case he would prefer to stick to his bubble in the future) when a group of colourful punks walked up to them. They weren't really the sort to be a part of his usual fan base, who were normally more artsy in appearance and less confrontational than punks tended to be, but the essence of the statement came from a very similar place: Self expression regardless of cultural approvals. As such he had quite a bit of respect for the subculture and he liked to think that most of them, at least, had a certain respect for his own little niche group of people as well. After all, punks and visual kei Jrockers, especially in the US, both had to deal with the uneducated reactions of others.
"Hey! You guys look wicked cool... are you a mutant?... or did you come from a convention or something?" " I am... a Mutant that is. What convention do you speak of?" "I told you they were real muties! This is so cool..."
Juka beamed, always happy to get the attention and just as happy to share the attention with his new friend Andrea. He might be an occasionally selfish egoist, but never let it be said that he wasn't willing to share with a friend. He dug into one of his pockets and took out a handful of the ever present cards promoting his band, handing one to each member of the group currently surrounding them. "My lovely, colourful, rainbow punks, if you are interested in a good time involving mutants, please come see my band Light in Darkness. We're an all mutant band and I like to think we can perform with the best of them." Rule number one of the struggling musician was never pass up an opportunity for promotion.
It really was a beautiful spring day, so close to summer it may as well all ready be summer. Of course, for the Mansion's resident bubbler it didn't matter much what time of year it was or what the weather was like outside, one of the many advantages to having a floating bubble that was always nice and dry and warm. The sun shining and the sky being blue, however, were rather pleasant and for that reason if for no other Juka was out floating, exploring the local area.
In all the time that Juka had been in the city, close to a year now, he had done very little in the way of true exploration of his habitat. Oh sure, he had gotten in the habit of nightly rounds to try and combat whatever crime he happened to come across, but that wasn't really true exploration. That was his job and self-appointed duty, exploration was an adventure. In recent months he had let people's reaction to a man inside a floating bubble matter less and less to him. He had never been one to care what people thought all that much; how could he when he went around in dresses? But for years he had been told that he should hide the fact that he was a mutant, that it was somehow different than merely being a cross dresser so, up until recently, he had done just that being careful to float high above the city so that those below wouldn't be able to see him, or floating only late at night when it was dark or going far outside the bounds of civilization.
Recent events in Juka's life, however, had slowly began to erode away that natural hesitance to show people what he was. First came the month when he was trapped in his bubble, a horrible time to be sure and one he would rather not forget. Still, it was also a learning experience and learning was always valuable. Conversations with Abyss and Van had further solidified certain things in his mind as well as interactions with other, more visible mutants, such as Chris and Aleksander. Finally, he had begun with little experiments, every so often bubbling in public areas and gauging people's reactions. There had been some negative ones sure but, shockingly, there had been far more positive ones. Maybe it was because he was so much less threatening to look at than others, maybe it was his natural charisma or maybe it was because he put on a show when he did so, but either way he began to see it not as a negative thing, but as a positive one to have people see what he was. The problem many people had was that they simply didn't have much experience with mutants and he would be the perfect choice (he was Juka Miami after all) to show them that mutants weren't all dangerous. Finally, there was his all mutant band that was the ultimate mutant spectacle.
With these thoughts in mind, Juka decided to screw his previous mindset of hiding his bubbles and take advantage of the beautiful day to go exploring. The trip started out relatively uneventfully, simply floating around the outside of the Mansion grounds. He wasn't quite ready to go into the heart of the city just yet, though he might just do so given enough time, it was the closer to home area that he was truly interested in. His aimless floating eventually brought him into a more well off neighborhood filled with manors and mansions from people of obvious wealth. It gave him an unexpected pang of homesickness. There had been a time when he had lived in just such a dwelling as these rich places around him but that time was long ago. Maybe one day he'd actually make some money and live in a manor again. Maybe his band would truly make it. He could only hope.
It was one particular manor, however, that truly caught Juka's attention. He wasn't quite sure what it was about the place but he knew immediately that was where his explorations must inevitably lead him. Perhaps it reminded him just a little too much of home but it didn't really matter. He lowered his bubble to get a closer look, floating around the perimeter of the house taking in the exceptional architectural work and the neatly trimmed hedges. The place reminded Juka so keenly of home and his long estranged family that he could almost physically feel it as a pang in his chest. He wasn't certain that he would actually admit it to anyone, but sometimes he actually missed his family, especially his brother, as annoyingly perfect as he always was.
After an indeterminate amount of time (time had become more difficult to keep track of since his bubble had begun taking care of most of his needs like sleep and food) Juka decided that he really should leave. As much as he might like it to be otherwise, this place wasn't his it was some stranger's and in all likelihood that stranger probably wouldn't appreciate a snooping cross dressing mutant on their property. Just as he was about to float away as quiet and unnoticed as he had first floated there, however, he noticed a man, perhaps in his early to mid 30s, on the property with a golf club. He wasn't certain, yet, if he had been noticed and because of his uncertainty hesitated in making his retreat.
Juka was starting to feel the strain of using his powers in the manner he had been. It wasn't entirely unexpected as his other experiments of this nature had resulted in a sort of lethargy or exhaustion as well. It wasn't that he was tired really, he felt no need to sleep presumably because his bubble was preventing that particular need, but more that his limbs and mind were beginning to feel tired. He decided that one more experiment could be done before the unnatural exhaustion became too much and he had to rest. Luckily he had also brought supplies for just such an eventuality, in the form of a book. If he was able to sleep all the better,but something told him that despite the exertion he would still be denied sleep.
For Juka's third experiment he decided he would use one of the matches he had brought and play with fire a little bit, so to speak. He lit a match in the usual fashion and then bubbled the flaming match. This particular effort was going to be to see if he could keep the match burning beyond the usual amount of time that such a thing would burn out. So far it seemed that he could both reverse and hasten the progression of time, this experiment would be to see if he could also slow down or halt the progression of time, manifesting in being able to use fuel that the match was longer than was natural. For a third time Juka directed his thoughts towards a particular purpose, this time thinking in the direction of not burning up the match. This time the effects could be seen almost instantly: the fire remained burning but the match was not consumed by the flame. It was amazing to see as first a minute and then two passed and still the little match remained lit and perfect. He was baffled at the effect and decided that time mage bubbler was indeed what he must be.
By this point Juka was feeling the strain of his powers keenly and he unbubbled the match and let it consume itself naturally so that it eventually became a small pile of ashes. He still had experiments that he wanted to try, still had things that he wanted to discover but he knew that, for now, he would need to rest. With that in mind he took out his book and his high quality chocolate (just because he didn't need to eat didn't mean he didn't enjoy the occasional treat) and sat down on the ground, bubble still around him. It would be interesting to discover exactly how long it would take to regain his usual levels of energy but, since he didn't feel any real sense of urgency, he wasn't too worried.
Shana really was a sweet heart, Juka decided. He knew he was a terrible flirt and loved the attention he got for it and he was also aware that he tended to drop compliments, outrageous and otherwise, as often as possible. But Shana was one of those few women who were legitimately and honestly sweet and shy and adorable. Now if only he could work on helping her come out of her shell a little bit, they'd be all set. Something in her voice and her eyes made him think that her life hadn't always been happy and she often still wasn't entirely happy and all he wanted to do was try and change that for her, at least a little.
"The doc, should be able to help you, and as juka said he is even a mutant"
Juka nodded his agreement. Maybe if they two of them worked together, the woman might just see reason. "We're not just saying this for your own good but the good of others as well. Seeing things that aren't there, well, its just not healthy. I almost hurt someone very badly because of my own experience seeing something that wasn't there." An experience triggered by a near death experience that Aura had caused and in turn caused Juka to see Aura in someone who wasn't Aura and attack said person blindly. Luckily Mirror hadn't really been hurt in the incident and had forgiven him in the end. Just as thankfully it wasn't something that had ever been repeated. "We don't want to see you or anyone else get hurt."
"I'm not coughing, no one has poisoned me just yet, so no, I'm not ill. And I never said the rest of the world is insane, I said I see more than they do, it just means I am more advanced than they are,"
"We know each other," Juka agreed as there didn't seem to be much harm in admitting as much. Though given the present company, i.e. the crazy woman, he really felt himself wishing that he had his anvils with him. Just in case she should do something unexpected like see them as demons or something and come after them in a blind rage. Not only did he not want to make more of a spectacle than had all ready occured, but he also rather valued his own personal well being and the well being of his friend. Then again, given the woman's mindset, the more realistic outcome seemed to be her attacking some innocent toadish bystander and having to defend them. Funny how that didn't seem to be any more appealing than the first option.
