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.
Sure I can work with that. I haven't had a chance to do much posting the yesterday and probably won't today either, but with a little luck I should be back up and posting again tomorrow.
Amber can be a flying mutant. Mind you, she's limited to the natural flight of a pterasaur so if the island is far enough from other islands, flying would just lead her straight into the ocean. Although now that I think of it...she can also be a swimming mutant...
Juka floated through the sky, protective bubble around his person. Before the world had ended, he never saw his bubble as protective, but in this world he knew different. If it couldn't stop a bullet or a knife from harming his body, it could stop radiation, heat, cold, smoke or any other naturally occurring danger to his fragile human form. It could stave off the need for food and water indefinitely and allow him to remain awake in the darkest hours of the night when predators, on both two legs and four, were most likely to be lurking in the shadows. So, if his bubble didn't protect in the conventional way, it nevertheless allowed for the sort of life that few others in the world got to experience. It was why he was so invaluable to Celeste.
Juka wore a long dark red jacket that was only slightly frayed at the bottom and the sleeves. That was another thing his bubble protected against: The ravages of time and the elements upon the clothing he wore. That, combined with the relative safety and luxury of The Bunker, allowed him the sort of luxurious clothing that caused almost universal envy. Of course, before the end times they might not have been considered anything but average, but not anymore. Now, the rich red fabric was a mark of wealth and success.
Juka tended towards the practical but also for the bright. He was a trader, one of the most successful traders in this hellish world. Far from wanting to remain inconspicuous, his bright clothing was plain to see from miles around, especially as he floated through the air from destination to destination. What good was being a traveling trader if no one knew where he was or that he existed at all? His dark red trench coat was one of his staple pieces and he was known by it.
On Juka's back was a large denim backpack filled with dried and canned food and several skins of water. He had a pair of knives and a net gun concealed on his person as well, but those were meant to remain hidden. The basics that were always in demand he carried with him, any specific requests he either had to return to the Bunker for or speak to one of his many contacts in order to procure. One way or another, if enough payment was offered, he could get almost anything.
As Juka zoomed through the sky, his eyes remained aimed towards the ground. He spotted a pair of humans, although he wasn't sure he could call one of them human as he looked more like a walking corpse than a man. Still, they were potential clients in need of his services and were therefore worth talking too. Carefully lowering his bubble to a few feet off the ground, he guided it in front of the pair. "Would the two of you mind the company of a third?" They were strangers to him, both, but so were so many others.
Juka walked from his room into the kitchen. He didn't typically eat given how scarce food often was and the fact that he didn't really need to eat. However, meal time was the best time to compare notes with the others. He roamed the world more than any of his fellow bunker inhabitants and he took it as his responsibility to keep them updated in his happenings. In return, Celeste would send him out on trading expeditions, bringing those articles with him they happened to have in plenty at the moment and returning with articles they had a shortage of. With how often he was traveling, that made it even more important that the join the others for their meal.
Here in the bunker, he knew they had it better than almost anyone else in the desolated world they were now forced to live in. If the food his fellow inhabitants ate was usually on the bland and uninteresting side, at least it didn't smell or taste rotten. If their clothing wasn't the most luxurious, at least they never had to worry about not having proper clothing to wear. Their bunker had tall walls, was heated and even had generators and batteries for some basic electrical needs. In this new world, their bunker was the closest thing to a castle around. Perhaps that made them the closest thing to nobility around.
"Sarah, my dear, the food smells lovely as always." Just because the world had ended was no reason not to remain polite, especially towards one of the few he trusted. Juka had a very specific philosophy: treat him fairly and he'd treat you the same. Try and screw him over and he'd do his best to ruin you. Which, more often than not, involved making sure his enemies ended up in Roach's fighting arena as a fitting end to dishonest business. Sarah, however, had never treated him with anything but fairness and respect.
Sometimes it was just better to follow those wiser and more knowing than oneself and, Juka decided, this was one of those times. The adorable girl clearly had more of an idea about what to do in present circumstances than he did, so it stood to reason that following the adorable girl would be just the right course of action. So, with a blissful smile, he did just that.
Not that Juka had been in all that much danger, not really. Or so he told himself anyway, if only to protect his ego from his own lack of common sense. The boys, angry though they might have been, surely couldn't have followed him into the sky, could they? Nope, not at all. Unless they were mutants. And that would be...not particularly good at all.
"I'll be sure to be more careful next time," Juka agreed, his voice properly apologetic. "Sometimes I just get all excited and don't think before I act. I guess I should work on that." He grinned down at her, hardly able to keep a somber tone at all.
"My little darling, I do so thank you for saving my ignorant self. Whatever might I do to repay your angelic kindess? Might I get the name of my savior?"
Juka would have have had much from before the Apocalypse. However, he can offer services to recharge any of the batteries that are currently on the premises. This is not a service he offers publicly, however, due to the time consuming nature of doing so. Others living in the bunker would know about the ability, but few outside the bunker. Her can also offer to uncontaminate food due to rotting though, similar to the batteries, this is known primarily only by others in the bunker.
Juka realized almost immediately his mistake after kissing the boy. It wasn't really his fault anyway; how was he supposed to remember that he was no longer on Paradise Island and people over hear weren't always quite so open to strange guys coming up and kissing them? Besides, he hadn't even kissed the teen on the lips, just on the cheek and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that. If it was the fact that he was a guy, well, he was pretty enough to be a girl by any measure and that should have been enough.
As soon as Juka saw the dark expressions, not just of the boy he had kissed but also of his surrounding friends, he put his hands up in placating fashion. "Boys, boys, I didn't mean a thing by it. The sun is shining, the city bustles happily around us and you're friend simply looked too delightful not to offer a hug and a kiss too. No harm done at all." It was not the right thing to say and dark expressions turned even darker, the boys muttering discontentedly to one another.
"Hi guys, I'm really sorry about this, he's my cousin, don't worry about him. He's harmless really, he's just silly sometimes"
All the boys turned around at the voice, Juka included. He blinked at her, rather confused for a moment, before bursting into a grin. She was a cute little thing and, it seemed, prepared to save him from his own stupidity. Sometimes he needed his own personal little savior and guardian of common sense.
"Oh, my dearest cousin, I fear I've gone and done it again. I overstepped my bounds and now I fear these poor boys want to make me suffer for it." Juka bowed his head sadly, skits ruffling around him. The teens, more confused than ever, continued to mutter amongst themselves. At least they hadn't actually tried anything yet.
It was a strange and strangely contended feeling that followed Juka as he walked the streets of New York City once again. It had been 2 years since he last stepped upon its streets and in those two years far too much had happened to him. He didn't look the same as when he left and he didn't particularly feel the same as when he left. Coming back brought with it a rush of memories and, in a strange way, made him feel a little more like himself again. Maybe there was actually hope to get over the ghosts of his past.
Presently, Juka had on a pastel blue dress with black lace frills around the arms and bottom of the skirt. Sure, he might be a 14 year old homeless boy now, but that was no reason not to dress up to his usual fabulous standards. Besides, he also happened to be fantastically wealthy, despite not having an actual place to call his own. He'd always been well off in the past, but since inheriting the fortunes of Jonathan, he was more wealthy than he could have possibly imagined back then. What else was he going to do with such wealth than buy amazing clothes?
Maybe it was the euphoria of being back in the city he called home or maybe it was the simple joy of being a child again. Whatever it was, it quickly became clear that Juka was not exercising the best in the way of critical thinking skills or common sense. With a gleeful childlike smile on his face, he pranced up to the nearest teenage boy, wrapped his arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Unwrapping his arms he grinned and bowed, preparing to turn away and continue on his way. Unfortunately the boy and his friends had other ideas, the anger plain to see on their faces.
Life on the Paradise Island was simpler than it ever was in the city. There was no care for responsibilities, for keeping people happy or for staying out of trouble. There were no expectations of him, except what he was all ready happy to do to contribute to the wonderful little getaway. It was a place to relax, wind down and regain his sense of equilibrium. Here, no one cared that he was a mutant and a broken mutant at that, or what he could or could not do for anyone else. No one wanted to use him for his powers, they just wanted to let him be and let him be happy. This was the place Juka Miami had been calling home for the last several months.
When Juka had first arrived, floating through the sky, following nothing more than a rumour, he had been both desperate and depressed. He had fled his captors, his mind and powers both seeming forever broken. Ever so slowly his mind had improved, relearning what it was to be happy and free, while his powers had not. In the end, he had learned to accept things as they were because in the end, there wasn't much he could do about it.
The past few months had been some of the most peaceful of Juka's life and he could say he had been genuinely happy recently. He was beginning to get antsy, however, and knew that very soon he'd have to leave that most amazing of places and return back to the city of New York. Home. Not just yet however.
Walking casually out to the beach, Juka froze at the sight he saw there. Right there, on the middle of the beach, were some of the last people he expected to see, people from the life he used to live before leaving. He ignored both the purple and the black skinned mutant; strange mutants were a regular occurrence there, and instead stared at the red skinned mutants and one red skinned mutant in particular. He didn't know all the brothers, but there was one he had known very well indeed. "Venus." The word came out low and stunned. Of course, despite his usual extravagant dress, he wasn't at all certain his former lover would recognize him. After all, he was years younger than he had been when they were together. Or at least, as together as two people could be who had a tendency to sleep with different people every night.
Excellent. You open to doing something a little different than the usual mutant rage? What about Juka getting in trouble for hitting on another guy? He certainly does it enough and that would switch things up a little bit.
