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.
"Thank you my wonderful fashion saviour Kali," Juka gushed, handing over his visa card for swiping. He had never had a great appreciation for the value of money, having been one of those hated spoiled rich kids growing up. He pretty much got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it and never had to even consider such things as finances. Since being disowned by his parents he had a little more appreciation though they still financed them from a distance, making sure that his visa card was payed off every months and giving him a monthly allowance to live on. He was still reasonably well to do, especially when one considered he didn't work at all, but he wasn't nearly as wealthy as he once was and he was started to appreciate money's vallue a little more. Still, this was a gift of apology and he couldnt' do anything else but to pay for it.
"Really, thank you. You took a day that wasn't all that great, and turned it topsy turvy."
Juka wanted to step over and hug Andrea but wasn't certain that she would appreciate it. Personal bounderies was another thing he was learning about that he hadn't previously had much of an awareness of or interest in. Instead he settled for grinning broadly. "It was my pleasure to help in any way I can and the shawl looks lovely on you, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."
Juka waved at Kali as he exited the store. "I promise to be back soon, my faerie queen," he promised, blowing a kiss back at her. Kali laughed as she watched him leave. "So, where to now? We can go anywhere you desire to go." And he did mean anywhere. After all, anywhere had a different meaning for a man with a floating bubble than it did for most.
"Nah, She's prolly got more colds than a seasick sailor if you know what I mean."
Juka grimaced which quickly transformed itself into a grin. "Well, its good to have standards." Despite what anyone might say, Juka himself did have standards and they were relatively high. He flirted with almost everyone, no doubt about it, but didn't get nearly as much action as he sometimes led others to believe. So what if he liked both men and woman, that didn't mean he wasn't still picky about who he agreed to sleep with and even pickier about who he decided to have a relationship with. And yes, surprisingly, he had been in a relationship in the past although perhaps not in the typical monogomous sense. He was adventurous and liked to try new things, which meant that anyone he was with had to feel similarly. So yes, his one relationship had been and open one and although it didn't last all that long it was fun while it lasted and ended posatively. In fact, it probably would have lasted much longer had his parents not forced him to move back to America.
”No, no I don’t swing that way either! In fact my girlfriend just ended it with me not to long ago…”
Juka pouted at the new information as was his right. It seemed he would not be getting together with the cute eye-patched newcomer after all but his announcement that he was looking for wingmen and his finger pointing at a group of women more than made up for it. Juka made a brief display of dissapointment at his lost chance with the guy before him and then another brief moment of observing the girls that were the targets before nodding happily. "The only catch is that I get dibs on the one with the black hair," he stated. "That is my condition."
Really, even if his 'condition' wasn't met he'd still help. Not only did it sound like fun but all of the girls were attractive and it seemed like an interesting time to be had all around. But there was just something about the black haired one, something that made him believe that she was a little left of normal, so to speak, and Juka liked nothing more than a partner who was a little bit different or a lot different if it came to that.
Juka personally couldn't imagine living in the southern United States. He was a flamboyant cross dresser and was well aware of the reputation that he carried with him as well as how acepted people like him tended to be in the south. Well, technically he only knew from reputation since he'd never actually been there but the stories he'd heard didn't exactly paint a pretty picture. But even if not for the human factor, there was the heat and the dryness, both abomidable. Then again, he did have a bubble of perfect environment so perhaps even that wouldn't have been such a big deal after all.
"What was it like in the south?" Juka asked with genuine curiosity. "I mean, I've heard but I've never been there. Maybe I should visit sometime?" Or maybe not. But with a floating bubble that could travel the speed of a (slow) car and a non-need of food or sleep, travelling down south probably wouldn't be too difficult. The question was whether it would be worth it or not.
"That's my building up here. You can come in for a while or something if you want. You've been such a gentlemen."
"I would love to come in if you'd have me," Juka agreed authentically. He could tell that she was tired and he'd offer to help her with that problem except that the last time he'd helped a lady who was feeling exhausted it hadn't quite worked right. As in, her hair started wiggling and wouldn't stop. He certainly didn't want to repeat that little episode again, even if it wasn't likely to happen for a second time.
"I'm sure we could. But I have had enough trouble to last for a while."
Juka knew that there was a story behind that and probably not a very pleasant one but didn't pry. It was for Jewel to deal with and if she wanted his help in dealing she would tell him about it and he would be happy to help, but until then he let it be. Hopefully one day she would be ready to talk about it.
"We could do something else together. Something that doesn't include trouble. Sam promised me a vacation when I get home, and I think it's long overdue. Bottom line is, I have loads of free time..."
Juka thought for a moment about what would cheer Jewel up and then came to a dramatic realization. Kitties always cheered him up so perhaps he might get lucky and they would cheer her up too. "You haven't seen my kitties since we got them from the pet store. They're adorable and fluffy and cute and I'm sure they're just what you most need right now. Jolteon and Ninetails would love to see you again I'm sure."
As it turned out Juka didn't have to wait long for his partner in crime (ok so they hadn't exactly committed any crimes together yet but that could change at any time) to arrive. A quick and covert look up and down the older man confirmed that his sense of fashion wasn't going to embarrass Juka which he was thankful for. Normally he didn't care all that much one way or another, but this was a night on the town that would (hopefully) end with him getting together with someone and having a fashion nightmare with him wouldn't help the situation. He wasn't too sure about the jeans but the hair was nice and the jacket also. He made a mental note to offer some options for replacing the jeans at a later date and smiled brightly at Saph, getting up for a characteristic flamboyant bow. "So good to finally see you, Saph darling."
Juka watched Saph's eyes as they winked and followed the passing woman. "Good taste," Juka approved. "You should go for it." He knew enough that Saph wasn't too likely to be receptive to Juka's advances and he wasn't really Juka's type anyway so he kept his usual flirting to a minimum. That didn't mean, however, that he wouldn't be the perfect friend and try to help him find someone if he did decide he wanted to be more intimate with a nice girl later on in the night. Or a not so nice girl if it came to it.
"Gentlemen, another round for these two on me! One for me as well!”
At those words Juka turned and once again got up out of his seat to tender a bow to the stranger. Or perhaps not stranger as there was something vaguely familiar about him, though he wasn't able to place where he had seen the other man before. "How positively lovely of you to buy us drinks and an absolute pleasure to meet you." The eye patch was a little unusual but aside from that he was rather good looking and if someone bought you drinks that was always an invitation to at least do a little flirting if not more. Besides, unusual had never been something to turn him off or away. "And what brings a good looking man such as yourself over here to speak to us?" He looked Sam up and down taking no pains to hide his admiration. "I'm Juka Miami and this is Saph." He gestured to his companion and extended his hand for shaking.
"So Juka, you live in an apartment building not far from here either, hm? Is it in this direction or the other?"
Juka pointed in the vague direction of his apartment, in the opposite direction of where they appeared to be going. It was rare that he actually had to walk or drive to where he was going and he was far more used to navigating from above, where he could see the entire city laid out before him so he wasn't positive of exactly where his apartment was from on the ground.
As Juka walked with Deirdre he considered that, even if he hadn't actually managed to rescue her he was still doing a good thing by escorting her. He was a proper gentleman, after all and proper gentleman didn't let defenseless woman wander around by themselves late at night even if those women also happened to be mutants who could grow giant scorpion tails and sting people into unconsciousness. He paused briefly to look back at the two unfortunate victims before continuing on. Mutant powers truly were amazing things.
"How long have you been in the city? Well, that is assuming you weren't born here of course. Seems to be more mutants here than anywhere else, at least more than Tokyo or Seattle. I guess I can't comment on anywhere else since I haven't lived anywhere else."
"Would I ever get kids into trouble, Jewelly?" Juka gave his best innocent face and then winked and giggled. OK, so he wasn't quite as innocent as he might have her believe but he honestly hadn't gotten any little kids into trouble or anyone else for that matter either. Surprisingly he had been a good little bubbler, but then that could, perhaps, have more to do with how busy his life had been recently rather than any lack of desire to do something that might get him into trouble.
"Now, if you wanted I'm sure we could come up with something to get kids into trouble." A moment's pause. "Or adults for that matter. So what do you say, go on an adventure for trouble and deviance?" He was joking of course. Well, mostly joking anyway.
Juka, of course, knew how good looking he was; he certainly should know considering how long he spent making sure that he always looked his best but he never tired of getting complimented for it and he smiled down at Andrea when she said it. "I will follow you're lead my lovely damsel," he stated valiantly. After a moment's thought he added, "if you wait a moment I'm sure I can stash these anvils on a rooftop somewhere and follow you on foot like a normal person." He grinned. If there was one thing that did not describe Juka under any circumstances, it was normal.
Juka looked around until he spotted a tall apartment building. Waving down at Deirdre, he floated up to the roof and deposited his four anvils on top. Even if someone could get up there, it wasn't like there was much risk of someone actually stealing them. After all, who was going to take a block of metal that weighed around 150 Lbs, let alone 4 of them? And what exactly would a normal person do with a giant anvil anyway?
Once his anvils were safely away, Juka returned to the ground and un-bubbled for the first time. "Now you may certainly lead the way." He began walking beside her. "As for the Mansion, I don't technically live there, I'm just there a lot. I have an apartment not to far from here. Its an interesting place though, I think it has to be with that many mutants around and that many different powers. You'd be amazed at the variety out there."
"Red would be perfect for you, my dear," Kali agreed with Andrea's question immediately and went on a quest to find a red shawl. She came back a couple minutes later with a dark red piece of fabric in a material that looked suspiciously like silk though but a little sturdier. There were black lined patterns along the edges of the shawl, just enough to make it interesting. The piece was unique and looked good, but not so much that people would give it a second glance. It was a work of quality, but Kali knew her customers and knew which ones wanted to stand out and which ones would rather not be stared at. For Juka she would have chosen differently, but Andrea wasn't Juka and she felt certain this would be perfect for her.
"Kali, you are a genius of fashion as usual," Juka gushed upon seeing the piece that had been chosen for Andrea. "Andrea, my darling one, you simply must have that and since this is all my fault anyway you simply must allow me to buy it for you. I won't take no for an answer." Money wasn't something that Juka normally concerned himself with anyway. His estranged parents gave him all he needed and he had never worked a day in his life. His parents might not talk to him and might have completely disowned him, but they still gave him enough so that he could get by in relative comfort. They weren't monsters, after all, just really prejudiced and unaccepting of their cross-dressing son.
Juka decided that white and blue would be his colors for tonight's adventures. He was going out to a club with his favorite little masochist, Saph, and he had to look his very best. How he had convinced Saph to even go to a club with him he still wasn't sure but the fact was that man needed a little bit of fun and loosening up, possibly even a nice girl and Juka was the one to help with all of those things. But first came the important task of choosing the perfect outfit. Perfect, in tonight's case, was a very elegant and simple white dress with long flowing skirts and blue highlights. Long, in this case, was almost more of an understatement as the skirts were voluptuous enough that it took skill to learn to walk in them in the flowing perfection that was needed to pull them off properly. Add to his many skirts were a pair of stiletto heels that added almost 3 inches to his 6 foot frame and he was set. Saph, if he knew how long Juka had spent learning to walk in this outfit, would probably be disgusted with him but at least he knew he looked amazing. Kind of like an exotic princess, in his own estimation.
Once dressed he gave his kitties some food before opening the door to his balcony and stepping outside. He was going to meet Saph at the club itself, it just worked better that way since he was fairly certain the other man would have gotten impatient at the amount of time that Juka spent on his hair and makeup anyway. Once outside he bubbled and took to the skies, floating to the club and landing in the alley outside. There didn't seem to be much point in renting a taxi or anything like that when he could float just as successfully as any car could get him there and avoid all the nasty traffic in the process. Besides, why spend an hour on his hair only to have the wind or the rain mess it up as soon as he stepped outside?
Juka stepped out of the alley, head held high. His hair was done done up in an elaborate perm and he beamed his best smile at the security guard standing at the door of the club. Technically Juka was underage, being only a couple months away from 19, but that rarely stopped him from actually getting into clubs and drinking as much or as little as he desired. First, he looked older when he was all dressed up and second, most security guards were open to a little creative convincing, at least at the sort of clubs he frequented. "Hello there, my sweet," he bowed to the security guard standing at the door who just sort of gaped at him. "I can just walk on in there right?" He gave his best seductive look.
The guard blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his head of the rather bizarre situation. "You have id?" After a pout Juka nodded, presenting his fake id to the guard who took a brief look at it and then handed it back, waving him through the door.
Once inside Juka went directly to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink with an umbrella. Because tiny umbrellas made everything better. After that all that was left was to wait for Saphirus to arrive and to watch the people inside the club. He was, as expected, the most well dressed man there and if he were honest (and when it came to how fabulous he looked he was always honest) he was the most well dressed person there period. The woman would either be jealous of him or they would want to get with him and, honestly, either one was fine with Juka. Maybe he might even find someone to spend the early hours of the morning with him tonight; it had been too long in his opinion.
Name: Kali Swanson Age: 34 Gender: Female Nationality: American
Appearance: 5'4" and just lightly overweight. Kali has long black hair that is usually done up in fairly elaborate fashion. She can be seen to wear a wide variety of different fashions, but all of them are unique and, in their own way, advertisements for those things she sells at her boutique.
History: Kali opened her own store in Times Square 8 years ago at age of 26. It was a goal that she had throughout college, to open up her own business and sell her own clothes. After a great deal of determination and not a little bit of debt, she managed to find herself a small storefront for rent and thus Kali's Boutique was opened. She sells a wide variety of clothing there, ranging from the just unique enough to stand out to the downright bizarre. Everything she sells is used and almost all of it is custom chosen by her specifically. Kali is especially proud of specializing in making mutants of interesting physical characteristics look their best, something she pays extra attention to because her best childhood friend turned out to be a mutant.
Personality: Kali is almost always happy and helpful. Her personality is large and colorful just as her sense of fashion is. She makes a point never to stare or show pitty to those obvious mutants and to do her best to help them as only she can.
Sometimes it was the little things that made Juka feel like a good person, little things liking giving his friend ice cream and making her feel better. Those were the things that truly made life worth living and in a way those were the reasons why he chose to be a performer as well. Sure he liked the attention, but at its rout what he most liked about performing was that he made people happy by doing so.
"So glad you feel better," Juka said. "And I'm not technically living here, I'm just here most of the time." He laughed at himself becuase it really was a bit of a strange situation. "I've made lots of new friends, but none so good as you," he promised with a wink. "You should meet Massochist Man, the one I told you about that let me hit him with anvils. I think you'd like him. Cafas too, who let me unmelt some of his melted metal." He didn't even blink an eye saying the things that most would consider weird almost to the point of being unbelievable.
Juka turned politely when asked to, not even trying to catch a glimpse of the scorpion shifter. He was a gentleman, after all, and gentlemen did not try to catch glimpses of proper ladies, especially proper ladies they were going to escort. "You need to be careful," Juka cautioned, back still turned. "There are dangerous people out here, you know and not all of them may be as easy to defend against as those two poor thugs." It didn't occur to him that he was also out here late at night and was probably just as defenseless (and that was to say, not really defenseless at all) as Deirdre was. He was, after all, supposed to be the hero of the pair of them.
"Where do you live? I'm guessing its not at the Mansion," Juka stated thoughtfully. "I'm pretty sure I would have noticed such a lovely woman walking its halls." He had mixed feelings about whether or not he hoped it was Sanctuary in which she lived. He had heard about Sanctuary from Abyss but had yet to actually see the place and wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to anyway. After all, that's where the murderous mutants lived, or so he had heard.
Kali looked at Andrea with a most critical eye, not phased in the slightest at the woman's obvious hesitance. It was her job to help make people beautiful and sometimes it was her job to help people look a little more normal. Well, it might be difficult for her to make the customer look normal, per say, but it might just be possible, with a little creativity, for her oddities to be displayed in a way that looked intentional rather than something to be ashamed of.
"You are very beautiful, we just need to bring that beauty to the surface," Kali informed Andrea, rummaging around her store as if she owned the place and, of course she did. Juka coudlnt' agree more with the sentiment, now if only he could allow Andrea to see that of herself. So what if she looked a little unusual, it was the differences in people that made them interesting and interesting was often also beautiful. Her skin was colourful and thus a lovely curiosity. If only she could learn to embrace her differences then she would be so much happier.
Kali went from one piece of fabric to another, trying to come up with the perfect veil and Juka, mostly, just stood there beaming and sometimes offering his opinion. "Do you want something bright or neutral? Maybe something to compliment your skin tone?"
Upon the mention of Juka's bubbles being strong, he beamed in much the same way that Deirdre before him had beamed when he had complimented her tail. There was no shame in being proud of one's powers, no shame at all. She had a giant scorpion tail and, if it was as it appeared an exoskeleton to go with it, and he had floating soap bubbles. Personally he was glad he got the soap bubble part of the deal, but still there was something to be said about almost all mutations and hers was one of the more impressive he'd seen.
"I am certainly Japanese," Juka agreed with one of his famous winning smiles. Or at least in his own mind they were famous, whether or not his mind had anything to do with reality was, perhaps, a question up for debate. "What's a radiantly lovely mutant lady such as yourself doing out here so late at night anyway? Would you desire an escort?" Clearly she didn't actually need an escort it was quite apparent that she was most capable of taking care of herself, but Juka thought that he would enjoy escorting her.
