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.
“It’s good to be happy with yourself. I usually feel pretty positive about myself.”
Juka nodded approvingly. "Not enough women are confident in themselves. Self esteem issues and all that." So many of them just didn't realize how amazing they truly were and it was refreshing to meet someone who didn't need a self esteem boost.
Juka finished the last sip of his orange juice and stood up. "Darling, this has been positively lovely to meet you even if I didn't get to be your shining knight in armour," he winked at her, "but I should probably go. You do need your beauty sleep right?" He rifled around in his pocket for a pen and paper and wrote his number it in. "If you ever want to have a night on the town or just need someone to talk to, please do not hesitate to call." He extended the paper to hand to her.
"I guess that you could say that I am a person of interest"
Juka was curious, no doubt about it. He seemed to recall some vague information that he had read during high school about nobility but honestly didn't even realize that nobles still existed. He had a sudden and almost uncontrollable desire to ask if Erick had a crown and a scepter but managed to quell the impulse. Barely.
"I have been here for a little over three years now. I needed to leave home, to get away from some things. New York City seemed like as a good a place as any for me to come to, to make new memories, to over shadow those of home. The Gods know I wish I was there, and no here but...I just cant go back right now"
Juka sighed sadly. Why was it that so many mutants that he had met had pasts that prevented them from going home again? Himself included, unfortunately, though as far as he was aware his family didn't even know that he was a mutant. His own excommunication had more to do with the fact that he dressed in woman's clothing than the fact that he had super powers. "I'm sorry to hear that. But you know, New York really isn't all that bad. There are many interesting people here and lots of interesting things to do. You just have to take what life gives you and roll with it. If you spend all your time moping you'll never be happy, right?" Even though he was a total stranger, Juka still felt the impulse to try and make him feel better. That was just what he did.
"What about you?"
"I come from your typical rich Japanese family," Juka stated, dismissively. "My father was was a successful and very wealthy businessman and my mother was a housewife. They didn't appreciate my, shall we say, uniqueness and so gave me a bunch of money and told me to leave." He shrugged as if it didn't bother him and usually it didn't. Usually. "So I came here to live out my dreams and live my life." There wasn't any bitterness there at all. OK, so maybe there was a little bitterness there but he was trying his best not to feel it. Not much he could do about his situation after all, right?
The prospect of riding in a bus was oddly exciting for Juka. Growing up his family had been rich so he never had to take public tranist at all, it was almost always limos or bentlys complete with hired drivers. He never learned how to drive as a teenager because there had never been a need for it and he still hadn't learn to drive now because there still wasn't a need for it, though the reasons were a little different at this time. Now days he simply floated wherever he needed to go; why take a bus when a bubble would be so much better (and more fun besides)? Even in Tokyo while with his band during the greatest strain between him and his family he had his fans to drive him wherever it was he needed to go. So a bus was a new experience for him.
"Well if this isn't the right bus we'll just go on an adventure right?" Juka grinned at Andrea. It didn't really matter to him what they ended up doing with the remainder of the day, so long as he got to spend it with his newfound friend not only to make up for the whole wiggly hair incident but also because he was enjoying himself and he was pretty sure that she was as well. It was a good feeling simply being with friends with no responsibilities and nothing to really worry about. Except that nagging little feeling of guilt, but there wasn't too much he could do about that just then.
As Juka stepped onto the bus behind Andrea he noticed the stares the pair of them were getting and her look of discomfort, though she was doing brilliantly at hiding it. Silently he congradulated her and encouraged her to keep doing exactly what she was doing. That was the way to deal with the stares, after all. By way of example he turned his gaze directly to one old lady with a rather foul expression on her face and grinned at her. Uncomfortable, she turned her head away from them. Sometimes that was all that it took to deal with such rude individuals; give them back whatever they gave you and they gave way. Most of them were cowards, so insecure in their own self identity that they felt they had to judge others. Well, Juka for one was not going to be judged and he hoped Andrea would learn to take it in stride as well.
"Do you dress like this only to look different or do you enjoy seeming a bit like a man and a woman at the same time. You probably appeal to more audiences if you're a bit like both. I'm just curious. I hope I'm not offending you or anything. I think you're very lovely. When I first saw you, I couldn't tell if you were male or female. You could really pass for either, which seems to be your goal."
The woman appeared to understand him and Juka liked that. There were so few people who really got what he stood for; normally he just got strange looks for the way he dressed or, when at shows, admiring looks from rabid fans. This was a little different than his usual fangirls and fanboys, however, as there was no idolation from Deirdre. As much as he treasured his fans and the fact that the had them, most of them just idolized him because they wished they could do the things he did every day. That was no foundation to build a relationship on or even a friendship. Not that he had any interest in a proper relatilonship at this time, but friendship was always good. He was more the one night stand or casual fling type, but only if his partner understood exactly what he was all about. He was no player to use woman and found the very thought repulsive. Such men should be castrated.
"That is a lovely compliment you pay me, even if you don't realize its a compliment," Juka replied with a smile. "I do like to look a little like both so there's some ambiguity there. There are lovely traits in both men and woman and I like to think I have the best of both worlds." No, he wasn't a modest person. "Mostly though, I just like the fashion. Women are able to wear all sorts of beautiful outfits that men aren't if you go by convention. So I decide to spurn convention and wear my dresses and veils and ribbons anyway."
Both of Juka's targets blushed prettily at his compliments which was, of course, his intent all along. He knew how to befriend and seduce, knew how to get men and woman alike to fall for him. Well, maybe more accurate to say he knew how to get those who were potentially willing to fall for him. It wasn't so much that he could completely change a person's mind about him; if someone was inclined to dislike him that was that and it wasn't worth the time and effort anyway. But if someone had any potential inkling towards him, well, that's where he truly excelled. He knew his strengths the weaknesses of those in his affection and knew how to exploit them. Or at least, use them to their best advantage after all he didn't want to hurt anyone.
Juka was begininng to feel the alcohol in his system and decided to slow down on his consumption. There wouldn't be much fun at all if he was so drunk he couldn't walk properly, after all. He was there to please, always. "My lovely darlings, would you not allow me to lavish my attentions upon you for this night? I will treat you as the royal princesses you most certainly are. Surely you must be sisters, for I cannot imagine two glowing visions as yourselves being unrelated." The two blonds giggled at the elaborate words, not quite sure what to make of Juka but admitted that they were, indeed, sisters. All in time, Juka knew he would have them and they would love him for it.
”If you really want some magic ask Juka to sing you a little tune, or ask Saph to do his trick.”
Juka watched Sam and his supposed magic trick and blinked his confusion. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system but his first thought was that it must be actual magic so why wasn't his lady more impressed? Several moments later he realized that the man must be a mutant, just like he and Saph were and grinned at him, winking consiratorily. He wouldn't tell a soul that he now knew his little frigid secret. He would, however, show him exactly how to get a woman to like him, by example of course. At the invitation to sing he got down on one knee in front of the blond sisters and began singing in Japanese, a love song from his defunct band Ukime. It wasn't the same without the band behind him, but it definately proved the truth of his claim to be a singer.
Juka noted the hesitance in shaking his hand and tried his best not to be hurt by it. He was pretty sure it was nothing personal anyway, so there wasn't any reason to be hurt, right? Still, he couldn't help but feel a little pang even if his handshake was eventually accepted. Were things in the world really so bad that even mutants distrusted one another? It appeared so and he supposed it was because of mutants like Abyss who went around killing in order to enforce their own versions of justice. The world was a dark place and all he wanted was to make it just a little bit brighter.
"I am Erick Jamall DeKatherine, Heir Apparent of the Noble House of DeKatherine."
Juka blinked at the long title. "You sound like someone important." It was probably a stupid thing to say but it was better than the first inclination he had which was to make up a title of his own on the spot which would probably have something to do with being a bubble master extraordinaire and a super hero of epic proportions. He didn't know much about noble houses or nobility in general, but he didn't want to take the risk that his words would be taken as some sort of mockery.
"So what brings an important person like yourself to New York?" Juka began walking, gesturing that Erick should follow him. It was always exciting meeting a new person, but he did still want to experience the park from a rare position on the ground. Who knew when the next time would be that he'd be able to do so?
Juka shook his head sadly at the almost denial of reality. It was so very sad that someone could deny something not only obvious but also wonderful. Why were people so ashamed to be who and what they were? It wasn't a bad thing at all to be a mutant, it was a gift and should be treated as such. Sure it sometimes made life a little on the difficult side, but no gift came completely free. If that was the price that needed to be paid than so be it.
"You...you have a..a gift too?"
Juka nodded, glad to say that, perhaps, the man might be coming around. "I create floating bubbles. I'd show you but you don't seem like you really want the attention." See, Juka was learning that some people didn't like it when other people stared. Sure it might be something that he reveled in, more often than not, but not everyone did. Plus, not everyone could float away if bad things started to happen. When it came to fight or flight, Juka knew when flight was the best answer.
"You're a mutant?"
Another nod. "And proud of it. We've been given these gifts for a reason, they're nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide from." It didn't matter that the stranger hadn't yet technically admitted that he was a mutant, in Juka's mind he was and that was all that mattered. He extended a hand for shaking. "Juka Miami."
Hours and hours of sewing that's what Juka had been doing for the past several days. He would be the Pokemon Master and get to the finals and win the championship. But, one step at a time. First step: Create the perfect Drifblim. That involved first finding a very resistant and reinforced boom box which could be turned on and off by remote (not an easy thing to find at all but the always resourceful Juka Miami had managed) and then sewing. A lot. His wonderful and always trusty bubbles would do the rest.
Juka floated confidently onto the field of battle, wearing purple to match his prize fighter. Floating in front of him was a round Pokeball, accomplished by bubbling his radio and sewing a piece of fabric into the colours and patterns of a pokeball and draping it over his bubble and tying the bottom together. He waited patiently for the DocProfessor Oak to give his signal for the official start of the battle, imagining the roar of the crowd when he finally gained his championship. Of course, before he could do that, step number two would be to defeat Kai and his Tangela.
Finally the word came for the battle to commence. "Drifblim I choose you!" A tendril came out and wrapped itself around a carefully constricted knot and pulled off the pokeball fabric revealing purple Drifblim fabric underneath. All the details were there, including the little puff of cotton on the top of its head. Yes, many hours of sewing indeed.
Juka blinked at the man? Was he serious? Did he really think that Juka would just walk away with the words that he must be mistaken? He wasn't about to question his own view of the world just because of the hesitant words of one strange man. Strange not only because he was glowing but also because he appeared not to even realize that he was speaking to the same man that he had seen at the show not so long ago. True Juka wasn't nearly as dressed up as he was that night, but how many Asian men in dresses were really seen around the city?
"Its ok," Juka assured him. "I don't mind that you're a mutant." That must be the problem, right? That he was concerned about how someone might react that he was a mutant? So many mutants were worried about that, it was a sad state really. "You don't need to be afraid of me or anything. I'm not going to, I don't know, give you up to the authorities or anything." Not that the authorities would really do anything just because he was a mutant. Would they? So many of Juka perceptions of the world had been turned upside down recently that he really didn't want to test it.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm a mutant too," Juka stated, always proud of that fact and why shouldn't he be? If it turned out the stranger was hostile and worst came to worst he could always just bubble and float away, no harm done.
Central park was such a nice place to visit this time a year, with all of the green treese and grass and all of the lovely people wandering the paths. Well, actually central park was a nice place to visit any time of year but at this time in particular Juka was fond of it because he didn't need his bubble to keep warm. Often he made nocturnal trips to Central park, bubbel and all, late enough so that people wouldn't see him or comment on his mutation, but this was a rare daytime trip and he even made it bubble-free. Or at least, once he got to central park he unbubbled but it wasn't really cheating if he happened to float here instead of taking a taxi like a normal person, was it? He certainly thought not.
Juka hadn't come to central park for any particular reason beyond wanting to enjoy that warm, sunny spring day and, perhaps, meet someone interesting. There was, however, a thought that had been nagging him for days and that was regarding how exactly he might go about testing his new bubbly powers. He knew they had something to do with time but beyond that, nothing. What could they be that allowed him to stave off the need for sleep and sustinence, made wiggly hair (though that might have had more to do with the fact that it was an experiment on a mutant than his own powers acting up) and solidifying metal far faster than metal was supposed to solidify? Thus his current thought that maybe a flower or a plant might be the perfect test subject to test the bounds of his bubbles. It was alive but not sentient and, to the best of his knowledge, wouldn't complain if it suddenly became wiggly. Now that was an experience that he most definately wanted to avoid repeating.
Juka might have missed the man who he vaguely recognized from his recent show except for one fact and that fact had to do with the fact that he appeared to be glowing a faint blue colour. Indeed, he may have missed that anyway and almost did. Walking past the man he didn't recognize the signs of mutation immediately but, after a belated recognition, turned around to stare at the man with the blue haze around him. "Are you aware that you're glowing?" Juka asked, raising his voice just enough for the man to hear.
"yea i'm all right, my powers got away from me again"
Juka grinned sheepishly at Shana and reached over to give her a conciliatory pat on the shoulder. He'd had his own power issues recently what with the fact that they seemed to have a mind of their own preving his need for sleep or food. Or, in some cases, interacting oddly with other things he decided to bubble with them. Luckily the problems were pretty much self contained within the bubbles themselves and therefore he didn't get any badly reacting humans, but he felt bad for Shana nevertheless.
"Well that one maybe, but she is just acting that way because she does not understand and is afraid, humans and mutants, their both the same, both bleed, and can be happy or angry"
Juka nodded his agreement. "It really is a shame sometimes. People need to learn about mutants, that most of us aren't that dangerous and really aren't all that different than they are." It really was a sad state of affairs. Why should a mutant be more disparaged than a human with a gun? That human could do just as much damage with his weapon as most mutants could and guns werent' exactly hard to come by in this country.
"Afraid? They were afraid? How are we supposed to be brave when we are ridiculed, criticised and hunted by these humans who are so-called afraid. And besides, those weren't humans for long, they were toads,"
Juka blinked at the woman. Toads? What? He was beginning to relaize that that woman wasn't all there mentally. "Toads? What are you talking about? Besides, we can be plenty brave and help educate those fearful humans in the process and show them that they needn't fear mutants."
"Absolutely, Juka! Of course you are welcome too if you’d like to dear, you can come to the sanctuary as well and not worry about waitressing and trying to get home, are you staying with any other mutants that need a place? If so we can help them out too."
Was it strange that Abyss seemed to be so nice to him and the blue girl but he was also a viscious remorseless killer? Juka thought so but perhaps he didnt' know as much as he liked to think he knew. Certainly he had never met any murderers before, at least not that he was aware of. Did they all think that they could justify thier actions? At least he would get to see another mutant haven though and for now he couldn't do anything about the deaths anyway.
"There are good people in the world," Juka tried to tell the mutant girl. "I know life can sometimes be tough and its sometimes hard to believe that, but there are." He considered himself a good person and in an odd way he even believed that Abyss was doing good work even if he was going about it in completely the wrong way and going far to far in the work he was doing. But he wasn't really evil even if he sometimes did bad things. Was he?
"I suppose we will go more directly than we thought.
Juka smiled back at Abyss though the smile was still uncertain. He then smiled at Krystal and that smile was far easier and more authentic. "There's hope for people like us," he said. "There has to be. There are people fighting to make the lives of everyone better, mutant and human alike and its tough but I think we're slowly making progress." He turned to follow Abyss wherever it was he led. In his heart he felt just a little guilty because people like Abyss and Krystal had to live confronted with their mutantness every single day without ever having a reprieve from it. Every day they had to deal with the discrimination of humans everywhere and Juka didn't. Maybe had his mutation been of a more visible nature he would turn out to be a different person, but he'd never know for certain.
Juka was excited. This was the first official play that he would be a part of and, a performer at heart, figured it was far overdue. Raina, darling woman that she was, had offered him the lead and he had graciously accepted. Together they, and hopefully a cast of others, would make a masterpiece and if all went well the crowd would eat it up. Maybe, if he was lucky, he might even use this as promotion for his band which was his true passion in life but never at the expense of Raina's vision.
For once Juka opted to wear something practical instead of his usual flowing skirts and stiletto heels. Pants were in the cards today, though of course seeing as how he was Juka Miami, simple pants would not suffice. The pants were white and simple, of obvious high quality and a white lace shirt to go with them. On his shoulders he wore a long green cloak. Not only was it something not many would wear, in public or otherwise, but it seemed appropriate to the theme of the play.
Juka walked confidently to the theater room, stopping every so often to tell one of the students about the auditions and that they simply must come and try their hand at acting. Finally he arrived with a wave and a bow. "Raina, dearest, you must be positively exuberant about starting on your epic. We will make this a play to remember."
