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 wished there was some way that he could tell how the radio heart of his drifblim was faring. He had taken a couple of good hits and although it was reinforced, he knew it could only take so much. That meant he really had to end this battle as quickly as possible, especially considering if he was too achieve ultimate victory he would need to win at least three battles.
Juka smirked at Kai's decision to act defensively. Offense was always the best defense in his opinion. It was also time for him to take out one of his secret weapons. His hand slid into his pocket and he took out a shining black rock, shaped like an orb and about 6 inches in diameter. He had one of his secondary bubbles grab hold of the black orb and extend itself over to where Neko floated.
Juka moved his bubble so that Neko floated only a foot away from the main bubble. The black orb floated beside his driftblim. "Shadow Ball!" With the uttering of those two words the black orb lashed out, appearing to come directly from Neko with an attempt to smash into Liana. Yes, a good offense was definitely the very best defense.
For a full round Neko floated in the sky, Juka float about 10 feet below his beloved pokemon (since his tendrils only extended that far). He peered down, aiming carefully where his flighted attack would land. Proper targetting was essential; he wasn't about to miss with this all powerful of attacks. With a successful hit he might even manage to end this combat with a victory.
Targetting complete, Neko rocketed groundword, intent on smushing the tangela into a little green patch on the ground. Speed increased as the ground and the target came ever closer. At the last possible moment, Juka noticed the vines come out in offensive fashion. He felt the impact of drifbloom hitting viney tangela and had the barest moment to savor the feeling before he felt his own bubble jerk up and to the right.
The cute little Liana pokemon had (very rudely if Juka was to have any opinion on the matter) unleashed its vines in a vine whip attack. The vines struck Neko at the moment of his descent and Neko began flying. Luckily, being attached to the larger bubble that was Juka he didn't fly very far and Juka proceeded to glare and prepare his next attack.
Clearly Shana was just as confused about the whole toads thing as Juka was which just served to reinforce his impression that the woman was crazy. Completely and utterly crazy. People were not toads, of that he was quite certain. There might be the occasional toad-like mutant or maybe even a mutant that could turn into a toad, but that lady didn't appear to be any such thing. Unless the woman could see through an outer shell of a person and divine that they had a second mutant form? But no, that didn't make any sense either judging by how the woman had reacted to the presence of mutants. She was human through and through and therefore not toady.
"We all have fear's and this is what causes things like what happened today, as well as the way each of us has learned to look at humans. I have been ridiculed and made fun of my entire life even before i realized i had powers. I even fled my own country becuse their fear of me became to great, being brave can be very hard at times, it is certainly for me anyway, but i think thats what makes it more worth the pursuit"
Juka reached over to give Shana a quick hug. He figured he was started to get to know her well enough that she could be considered a friend and all friends deserved hugs during their times of sorrow. "I fled my country because my parents kicked me out and disowned me for dressing like a woman," Juka stated with a grimace. "They didn't even know that I had powers; at least if they did they never mentioned anything. We all have our problems I guess, right?"
"When mutants are toads, it's cause they are born like that. They're all slimey and gross, but they can't help it. That woman was hardly a human, she was a giant toad and she smelled like one. I hate toads more than humans. Why can no one see what I can see? We don't all bleed the same. The snake over there doesn't scare anyone by selling magazines, but everyone thinks he's human," she said, pointing to the newspaper vendor. "And the Ventriloquist's Dummy over there is seating people at that table, and no one thinks thats weird. But everyone thinks I'm abnormal. Don't worry, it's just because they don't see."
Juka blinked at the crazy lady. So apparently she wasn't talking about mutants after all, by her words it seemed like she was actually seeing things. That had to be dangerous, for a mutant to be seeing things, right? Who knew what kind of horrible powers she might have and what kinds of things she could do to people, not even realizing that she was doing a bad thing? He gave her a long appraising look. "Maybe you should see a doctor," Juka told her. "They can help you with things like that. A mutant doctor even, Doc Prof at the Mansion is really nice. I'm sure he'd be able to help you." Now, hopefully she wouldn't go crazy and start thinking Juka or Shana were toads and attack them or something.
Neko flew at Liana at high speeds, preparing to pummel her into oblivion. Surely victory would be his and he would be off and away to the semi-finals easy as that and that would mean only two victories to go until he was the Pokemon champion of the world. Yes indeed, fame and fortune would be his as well as all the bragging rights that came with it.
But then, countered! Instead of attempting to dodge his attack, the tangela just stood there and, just as the collision was about to occur, whipped out its vines, wrapping his precious drifblim up. For a moment the vines of his enemy compressed the bubble that made up Neko into the form of the radio inside the bubble and, reinforced or not, he knew it couldn't take that much pressure. Desperate times called for desperate measures and before the pressure could get too great and shatter the soul of his Neko, he wrenched his drifbloom out of the tangela's grip and flew high into the air, well out of reach of any potential attacks. Tackle might not have been as successful as desired, but surely fly would do better.
"I'll not be thwarted that easily," Juka announced proudly. He imagined everyone watching with baited breath to see what would happen next, but didn't take his eyes off his enemy. Concentration was critical to victory.
"But what if the world does not want your help my dear sir? What if, as you go out of your way, protecting those who need protecting as you put it, the ones you think need your help, are the ones who would just as soon turn on you?"
Juka remained serious. How did one explain an epiphany to someone else? He only barely understood his motivation himself so it wasn't easy to clarify it into words for the understanding of another. "Maybe I can just protect those that appreciate it then. I want to help people but only if they actually want my help. If they say 'no you're a mutant and I don't want a filthy mutie helping me' then fine, I'll leave them to fend for themselves. There are enough people out there that will actually appreciate what I do that I don't need to worry about those that don't."
Juka wondered why people were so jaded. Erick couldn't be much older than Juka himself was; what had happened to him to cause him to be so bitter? His own life hadn't exactly been ideal, despite the fact that he had never wanted for anything material, and yet he still managed to maintain his hope in the world. Maybe it was because he was so sheltered in his youth, but even now that he was beginning to see the darkness in the world it only reinforced his motivation to try and offer a little bit of light in that darkness. He couldn't' just give up because things were difficult or because some people hated him for what he was; it was all the more reason to try even harder.
"I dont see myself using my gift to the best of my ability, if my best means trying to save people who would rather I didnt exist. I am better than that, and better than them. You are too Juka, but I fear your black and white vision of the world will burn you out eventually."
"Maybe," Juka agree, uncomfortably. Uncomfortable because it struck a little to close to home. Between Abyss and Van and a handful of other recent events in his life that didn't seem as unrealistic as he would like it to be. "I don't have anyone to guide my actions. I never believed in a higher powers so I don't have a god to fall back on to tell me what to do. I can only do what I think is right and so can you. If you don't want to help people that's fine and I won't think any less of you. Do what you think is right, whatever that might be, but just try to be happy. If you spend the rest of your life being depressed about the fact that you're a mutant then what's the point of even being alive? Find a passion, any passion, and live your life." The passion in his own voice was evident.
For some time now Juka had been making nightly forays into the streets of New York City in order to try and stop whatever crime he happened to come across. Thus far he had been having somewhat mediocre success. The other night he had managed to stop an attempted mugging of some man trying to steal some old lady's purse and a few nights before that he had scared away some vandals attempting to spraying the side of a building. Beyond that, however, and his almost rescuing of the dear lady Deirdre who had turned out to be a mutant and very much not in need of rescue, he hadn't had much success. Still, he knew it was something worth while and he felt like he was finally starting to learn how and where to find those evil doers that needed stopping.
This night was not so dissimilar to the nights that had come before. Just after sunset Juka had floated to his apartment from the Mansion in order to feed his kitties and give them the attention that they so clearly deserved. From there he picked up his four prized anvils and floated above the city, just high enough that he would be difficult to spot from below, in search of villainous characters that needed to be taught a lesson. He wished there was someone that might be able to teach him the ropes of crime fighting, so to speak, but the only one he knew that did this sort of thing regularly was Abyss and he most certainly did not want Abyss to be his teacher. Aside from the fact that Abyss was a killer, he scared Juka and he was not afraid to admit that fact. If only Abyss could learn to be more like his loving Prince Venus of a brother.
"Whatcha' doing, mutie?"
Suddenly Juka turned at the sound of the voice, directing his bubble at top speed towards it, anvils whirling around. Maybe he had an irrational view of his own talents or maybe it was the adrenaline that had just starting going through his system with the knowledge that his abilities were now needed, but he felt little fear at the prospect of confronting at least two possibly violent humans. It wasn't that he didn't think they were dangerous, more that the thought of the sort of danger they could pose didn't even bother to enter his mind. These thugs were threatening a fellow mutant and it was up to him, Juka Miami, to save the poor mutant.
"Why don't you pick on someone not quite so defenseless," Juka yelled at them once he had gotten close enough to actually be a threat. His anvils continued circling defensively. The first thing Juka did was count the number of threats; at least 5. The second thing he did was notice that he recognized the mutant that was being threatened by the thugs. "Van?" Probably not the best question to ask in order to keep up his illusion of being dangerous, but he couldn't help the question escaping his mouth. Van was just about the last person he expected to see in the middle of the night surrounded by thugs that wanted to do him all sorts of nasty bodily harm.
"I used to believe that. I think I still do, I am not sure of anything anymore. I used to think I was blessed by Apollo and the old gods. I am...was...Wiccan. I thought my gift came from a source not of this world, but of a divine nature. Now...now I am a mutant with this gift...this gods forsaken gift!"
Juka reached over to put a comforting hand on the other man's shoulder. Some people didn't much like physical contact and usually he was inclined to follow their lead but in this case Erick really seemed to need a friendly hand. "Hey, who's to say that your gift isn't from Apollo or any of the other old gods? Gods are divine for a reason, they're so far above and beyond us. Who's to say that it isn't Apollo himself who gave you the mutant gene so that you could do his will? Doesn't everyone say that the gods work in mysterious ways?" He tried his best to be supportive and encouraging. Juka had never given the gods much thought, monotheistic, new age or otherwise, but it seemed just as plausable as not that they could work though science to achieve their own ends if they did exist.
"But the gods aren't real are they? Or if they are, they are not the benevolent parents and guardians we think they are. They are cruel tricksters and liars. And I suppose with these gifts we are suppose to what...save the planet or some such nonsense eh? Protect the innocents as they say on Charmed hmm?"
"I don't know if they're real or not," Juka answered. He looked away, indecisive. "I've never seen them but who am I to make a judgement like that? And what makes you say they are cruel like that? Maybe they just want to test you. Good things never come easily, there's always a price for them, always. The trick is to work past that price in order to achieve their full potential and your own potential. Life isn't meant to be easy." There was a time when Juka had avoided such serious thoughts but in recent months that had been steadily changing; ever since he had discovered that he actually had a purpose in life.
"And what is it you plan to do with your...gift Juka? Swim to the bottom of the ocean and meet the mer-folk? Or entertain the masses with your tricks as they secretly hate you and everything you are?"
Juka heard the bitterness in Erick's voice but didn't take it seriously because he knew it wasn't personal and wasn't even really directed at him. "Don't underestimate the benefit of entertaining the masses, Erick." His voice was very serious. "Sometimes a few hours of entertainment can serve to get them through their day and give them a bright spot in an otherwise dreary and dark life. But to answer your question, no that's not all I intend to do with my gift. I want to make a real difference in the world, protect those that need protecting and help to change the minds of humans towards mutants. There's still a lot of hatred towards our kind, but there are a lot of tolerant people to. There are people on both sides that want mutants and humans to coexist peacefully, just like there are those on both sides who perpetuate the hatred that exists. We can only do our best, right?"
The reaction that Erick had offered Juka seemed to be a combination of being impressed and being discomorted by the attention that the display attracted which was, all in all, about what he had expected. Not everyone was as comfortable around the stares as others as Juka was and he was beginning to have more respect for that fact.
"Let me ask you something Juka. Have you never thought that your ability wasn't a mutation. Maybe it comes from another source, like a...Divine source perhaps?"
Juka gave the question serious thought, thinking back to his encounter with Van not so long ago at the church. He also thought of of the crazy mutant preacher Aras who seemed quite devout in his faith, to say the least. "I don't know," he finally answered. It was the only truth to such a question that he could offer. "I don't really know much about gods or divine powers or anything like that. All I know is that I was given a gift and many other people were given gifts too. I can't say that it didn't come from a divine source any more than I can say that the universe didn't come from a divine source. I simply don't know."
Juka lapsed into a moment of silence. Was it important to have some kind of faith? Was that something that he was missing in his life? He had met others whose faith seemed to strengthen and maintain them but it wasn't something he had ever understood himself. His reality was routed in the material and the present day not in some otherworldy being. It was something to consider though and, given how much free time someone who didnt' sleep had, he figured maybe he should look into it sometime.
"Is that what you believe?" he asked. There was nothing malicous or judgemental in the question, only pure curiosity.
Juka hadn't ever met his opponent before, but he certainly knew what a Tengela was (self-described Pokemon expert that he was) and the creature that Kai brought with him was certainly that, right down to the little details. Secretly Juka was impressed, but since Kai was the enemy for the duration of this battle he would not stoop to actually let him know that he was impressed. No, Kai was going down and no amount of fancy leafy creation would change that fact. Juka Miami and Neko were to be the Pokemon champions, not a plant boy and his plant.
"Prepare to taste the bitter brew of defeat," Juka stated proudly. He felt just the slightest pang of regret that he would have to hurt the cute little wiggly plant creature. But no, he forced the regret down to the bottom of his soul. That wiggly plant creature was his enemy, the Pokemon Tangela Liana and it would perish in painful defeat. Yes indeed.
Juka decided to start out simple to try and gauge the strength of his enemy. That and he didn't want any of his secrets being exposed too soon. Thus, a simple tackle and he sent his Drifblim careening towards the Tangela with the intent to hit him in the hardest most painful way possible.
The more the merrier I say. As for exact roles that are available, I guess I'll leave that to Raina since she knows more about the actual play than I do.
Juka could see the sorrow deep within Erick's soul and wished desperately that he could do something about it, make his smile reach his eyes. Almost everything that Juka did he did to make people happy, whether it was getting on stage and performing in front of a crowd or it was floating above the city streets and dealing with pickpockets and those other bad humans that tried to hurt innocents. Sure he loved the attention, he would never deny that, but what he loved even more was the knowledge that he had actually made some small difference in someone's life.
"You said earlier your powers have something to do with bubbles, correct?"
Juka grinned, tearing his mind away from his own melancholic thoughts. Sometimes he needed to realize that he couldn't' help everyone as much as he might want to. Still, the least he could do was to show Erick his bubbles and maybe even bring him on a float through the park? That always seemed to make people happy, especially his darling little Jewelly, but one step at a time.
"I am indeed the amazing bubble master," Juka agreed. With the merest thought he upped his bubble, which had an uncanny resemblance to a soap bubble (a fact which Juka was only just beginning to reluctantly accept as truth). In typical dramatic fashion he decided to put on a little bit of a show, floating into the air a few feet above Erick's head and doing a series of spins and flips. He then floated back to the ground and bowed, waving to a couple of people standing and gaping at him in open mouthed awe. He blew the pair a kiss and they quickly averted their gaze though he could still see them whispering frantically and giggling, complete with the occasional finger point in their direction. One advantage to having a power with a keen resemblance to soap bubbles was that most people didn't see it as particularly threatening. Soap bubbles combined with boys in dresses just didn't scream danger, he supposed.
Juka unbubbled, landing back on the ground. "See, we both have our gifts."
"That is where I know you from! You were performing in the band at the club the other night. That was an all mutant band wasn't it..."
Juka bowed to Erick deeply, pleased that he had been recognized at last, even if the recognition was a little belated. It was better than nothing at least. "Light in Darkness," Juka agreed. "I thought I'd combine my love of performing with my desire to help people when I formed them. Mutants are so feared and hated I thought an all mutant band would give us some good press." And hopefully sell a bunch of albums and create an all new following for himself, but it really was about doing a good deed. Well, ok so maybe the good deed was secondary but that didn't invalidate the deed itself.
"Well it protects things. It is like it repels two things from each other so they cannot touch....its kind of hard to explain. "
Juka was fascinated as he watched the blue aura become more solid in Erick and felt the changes in sensation. Some sort of protector could be very useful, he could imagine how such an ability might be used to ensure that innocent civilians weren't damaged by any of the more violent mutants in the city. The question was, would he even want to be any sort of hero? Juka was well aware that such sentiments were far from universally shared and so far it seemed overwhelming enough for Erick the mere fact that he was a mutant. He decided not to bring up the idea of using his powers for the good of others just yet, but it was definitely something he made note of.
When the blue silver aura solidified fully Juka felt the most unique sensation or being repelled from it. He tried to take a step towards Erick and found that he simply couldn't. After one more unsuccessful try he simply gave up and grinned from his position a few feet away. "That, my dearest man, is amazing. You have beauty and an amazing gift you should be proud of. Plus, blue is a lovely colour."
"Oh, that's easy," Juka answered, grinning. Speaking about his dreams was so much more pleasant than speaking about his family. His dreams he was pursuing, having a blast at and even a moderate amount of success. In the eyes of his family, on the other hand, he was a failure as a son and an embarrasment. It didn't matter to thim one bit that he was actually happy with the life he was living. "My dreams involve performing. I don't really care about fame and fortune" (ok so he might care just a little about fame and fortune) "but just about performing, being on stage and making people happy."
Then there was his more recent dream of becoming super hero but he wasn't quite certain that he wanted to mention that part of it. Normally he didn't care about getting strange looks (how could he and still dress as he did?) but super hero was just a little bit stranger than usual. Still, it was something he was proud of so he opted for a more moderate approach. "I also want to be able to use my abilites to do good things, help people, that kind of thing. Why have them if we can't put them to good use, right?"
Juka wondered if Erick was the heroic type, the kill random people type or the hide your powers type and try to pretend they didn't exist and was so far leaning towards the latter. Maybe he just needed to meet other mutants, though, and become more comfortable with his status. "What does your blue glowey thing do anyway?" Subtlety was not something he usually employed.
