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 was always interesting to see how other people reacted to him. Juka knew that many found him difficult to deal with because he was so over the top and because he just didn't care. He was who he was and he said what he wanted to say regardless of any social conventions that might moderate the actions of others. The social game was among his favourites, after all and, if he wasn't quite its master he came very close. Watching Mark was no exception to that rule. He seemed to be a little unsure of Juka's manner of acting, but he was taking it much better than some. And what's more, he actually seemed to like Juka. How delightful.
"Well, let's see. I've lived in this city since around 16. Before then, I lived in New Jersey. Moved here on my own for personal reasons." He scrunched his neck inwards at the mention of the reason for moving here. Not something he liked reminding himself. "As far as a career goes, nohing right now. Haven't really focused on one since I got here. And it's funny that you mention mutants. I live in a place full of them. all of them are interesting, though I've met strange ones as well. What about you? Met any strange ones? Kinda hard not to in New York. Interesting people all around."
Juka saw the raised eyebrow at his unusual question and mentall prepared himself for any number of possible reactions, from curiosity to uncomfortableness to downright hatred. Well, at least the other man didn't appear inclined towards downright hatred which was a good sign. And then he answered and the place he described seemed suspiciously familiar to the Mansion, a place he had spent a great deal of time in himself. Curious.
"Oh, I have met many strange mutants." A happy nod of agreement at his own words. "Like this one that teleported through mirrors. And another who melted metal through touch alone. Oh, and there was this one who floated in a giant bubble." A mischevious grin followed that pronouncement. He was the one who floated in the giant bubble, of course. He loved showing off his power but it didn't seem to be quite the right time to do so. Perhaps soon though. If Mark continued to seem interesting enough.
As the two of them continued walking, Juka pointed out the store he had in mind in the distance. It would only take a few more minutes to get there and, after Mark was properly adorned, he decided that they should have icecream. A fact that he would share with his new friend later. And no, he most certainly was not going tobe permitted to argue the point.
A cat boy ran past him followed by a woman followed by a man. A rather familiar man. Wait, didn't he know that man? Hadn't he helped him find some new clothes just a few days ago. Why, he believed he did know the man. How very interesting and how very fun. But the cat boy did seem rather intent on fleeing and his two pursuers did seem rather intent on pursuing. Pursuing rather slower than the cat man was fleeing. Should he pursue as well? After all, he was much faster in his bubble than even an amazing cat boy could run. Besides, he was both bored and now curious as well. So, it seemed the only thing he possibly could do was bubble and follow and perhaps catch him a cat boy. How truly delicious.
Decision made, a large bubble appeared out of nowhere, or rather reappeared out of nowhere, envoloping Juka in bubbly goodness. He floated, oh how he floated. And then he was off, floating furiously towards the cat boy and his desperate pursuing, dodging madly between staring pedestrians at break neck speeds. Of course he could merely float above the heads of said pedestrians but, as decided previously, he was bored and what was the fun in that? This was an adventure and all proper adventures must have some element of danger in them.
And then cat boy turned and made an attempt at tackling his fashionfull friend (fashionfull only becauseof Juka's expert advice, of course). Or perhaps attack wasn't quite the right word for his attempt, but certainly he did attempt to pounce on the man. Yes, pounce was a much better word to use. He was, after all, a cat boy and didn't appear to be going for the neck. Then again, one couldn't be posative about these sorts of things and this was the first time he had ever had the opportunity to meet a proper cat boy.
"Don't hurt my Metty!" Juka yelled, looking around desperately for a weapon. Came up with a discarded styrophome cup which he proceeded to bubble and swing towards the cat boy. Fail. Epic fail. Styrophome does not equal effective weapon.
“Yeah, I doubt unless they got an x-gene just waiting to spring on them that they are coming back from that. But its like you said they attacked me. And wouldn’t I hadn’t been me, and you weren’t there? What if I was a little girl that had glowing eyes and those little giraffe antenna on her had and no actual powers to call her own. Where would she have been in a fight against two bats a chain and a knife? She’d be bloody and broken somewhere in alley way and then more than likely taken back to some church of humanity where they tortured her more thoroughly.”
The humans were dead. There was no coming back from dead. They wouldn't be getting up, wouldn't be recovering. Once again Juka floated a little higher, a little further away from Abyss and his chain. His anvils orbited him a little faster.
"You can't just kill people whenever you want to," Juka stated. And yet there was hesitance in his voice, unsurity. It wasn't a matter of wondering if killing was right or not, he knew it was wrong. But what Abyss had said made sense. What if he had been some innocent girl that happaned to glow and had anteanna growing out of her head? Those thugs certainly wouldn't have any qualms about killing such a person. They wouldn't think twice and that was just as wrong. Besides, they attacked him and didn't that change things at least a little?
"They shouldn't have attacked you. That was wrong, but killing them is even more wrong. You just don't do that. It turns you into a monster." Horrible traumatic memories of Aura and her hunt. And yet he still didn't make any offensive moves, still didn't want to fight. Did that make him a bad person? Probably.
"The name's Mark, by the way. Pleasure to meet ya. Now, Mr. Expert, where are we off to first. Thank you for the confidence boost. I'mma trust your fashion knowledge today, Juka. Just...The hair stays. No debate."
"You are as brilliant as you are beautiful," Juka gushed, infanently pleased to have expertise noted. "I would never steer you wrong, dearest Mark and your hair is lovely so it must, of course, stay." There were things that could be done to improve his hair, but one step at a time. Juka didnt' want to overwhelm the poor boy, after all, and in truth his hair really was his best feature anyway.
Juka set off deliberatley in the directio of one of his favourite vintage stores. It was sometimes refreshing to be walking places instead of simply floating everywhere. In fact, more and more often lately he had merely been floating, disdaining the mortal way of navigating the city perpetually chained to the ground. It was probably a consequence of the month spent trapped in his bubble in which he hadn't had much of a choice but to float and now he chose such means of transport by convenience as much as enjoyability. But, in his experience, strangers rarely took well to floating bubble boys.
"I'm afraid we have a ways to walk," Juka cautioned. "So, what brings you to the city anyway? Always lived here? Move from somewhere else? Do anything for a career? Met any strange mutants?" Oops. He hadn't quite meant for that last questio to come out and certainly not quite so bluntly. He wibbled and blinked apprehensively at his protage. Oh well, the question was now out there, only thing to do was wait and see how he'd react.
“On crime patrol eh? I suppose you could have saved them instead of backing me, they were however a bunch of racists, so ready to hurt a mutant that they decided I was a good mark. I am actually out on a simular goal though I am looking for those that need more long term help than an immediate fix, not that I would hesitate there either.”
"But they attacked you," Juka stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "so why would I try to save them?" It wasn't about mutants vs. not mutants it was about right vs. wrong and it was wrong to attack someone else unprovoked no matter what they were. "If someone had attacked them I would have done the same thing."
Juka continued to edge further away from the scene of the mutilated bodies. He glanced back at them, almost dispite himself. Finally it was startig to dawn on his desperately clinging to denial mind that Abyss' targets might not recover quite so readily as his were likely too. "Um...They're going to recover aren't they? I mean, you didn't really hurt them too badly did you?"
Thinking back to what had so recently happened and how well the humans had faired against the big red mutants, Juka really didn't want to have to fight Abyss. He really didn't want to learn that the humans were actually dead and it was Venus' brother's fault. No indeed, anvils or no anvils, that was just about the last thing in the world he wanted to hear. He floated a little higher, hopefully just out of Abyss's reach and his anvils began rotating again, slowly.
(OOC: Sorry accidentally posted as Meld instead of Juka. This post is supposed to be before Stardust's.)
Juka was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. It seemed to have become a regular state of affairs for him recently and when he was bored, well, interesting things tended to happen. Usually interesting things that were not in his best interest. That is, he tended to get himself in trouble. Often by floating in reflective bubbles. Or by shopping. Or, most exciting of all, hitting on people, hopefully people that would respond to his none to subtle advances. And he was, right at this moment in time, in the mood for some company of either the male or female denomination. And what better way to find some appropriate company than by going into a coffee shop and scoping out a target?
As per usual when planning on going out, especially when planning on going out and hooking up with someone, Juka was dressed to the nines. His hair was done up 80s hair metal style, big and bright red. His dress was a shade or two darker than his hair, low cut with a short multi-layered billowing skirt. On his feet he dawned stilletto heels, a whole 3 inches worth. A black choker and matching black wrist cuffs dawned his neck and wrists. Juka was beautiful, hot and utterly magnetic and he knew it. Who could despute such a fact when they saw him? Now to find someone worthy of his attentions.
Juka floated in behind the coffee shop, landing just out of sight of the entrance. In the past he hadn't liked using his powers in public, but he was getting more and more open about it. It wasn't right to be judged by what he was and if someone was going to do just that than he didn't want anything to do with them. No matter how alluring they might be. And so he landed, just outside the coffee shop, de-bubbled and sauntered in like he owned the place. Because, as good as he looked, he may as well have owned it. No one could compete with Juka Miami when he was on his game and make no mistake, he was on his game today.
His game was almost lost, however, when a cat-man sprinted from inside the the coffee shop, purse in hand. Juka blinked, looked into the coffee shop, looked at the fleeing cat-man and back into the coffee shop and then proceeded to blink again. Um...what?...
Juka gave the man a long appraising look, up and down, a look that might have looked a little perverted coming from any other person. But in this case he was simply assessing what sort of clothes would best suit his new protege. Finally, he nodded to himself, satisfied. Really, it shouldn't be too difficult to make the other man look good. He all ready had a lot to work with, it was just a matter of bringing his natural posative qualities to the forefront. The budget might be an issue, but even that he could work with.
"You are not, I think, the type suited to dresses." A nod and a smile as he agreed with his own assessment. "Something simple with just a bit of edge to it, I think. Those band t-shirts, not at all what you need especially at your budget. Follow me and I'll make you beautiful, kid." Amusing since he probably wasn't any younger than Juka was, possibly even a little older.
All business now, Juka ushered the man out the door. "The name's Juka Miami by the way." A quick bow to follow, not too formal since he did have a mission to fulfill now, after all. "Now, I think your best bet, given your budget, is to look at the second hand stores. Not those thrift stores, mind you, most of those are low quality though there are the occasional gems, but the specialty second hand stores. You would be really surprised what you can find in such places, and for cheap." Money was rarely an issue for Juka. Most of his experience in such places stemmed from a need to be unique rather than a need to do things cheaply. Still, it seemed his experiences were going to serve him well this day.
"I am going to take perfect care of you," Juka assured the stranger, hoping that he might be gifted with the man's name. "You won't even recognize yourself when we're done, you'll look so good."
For the past 2 weeks Juka had been working diligently on gathering up himself a band. Back in Japan he had been the vocalist of Ukime but since coming to the States he hadn't done any performing and the fact was he missed his band. He missed his band terribly, he missed the spotlight, he missed the awe and admiration. He missed all of it. And so, finally, he had come to the conclusion that he simply must form his band anew. Or rather, he simply must form a new band only this time they would be his band. It would be Juka Miami and the...actually, he hadn't quite gotten that far yet but he knew he would have a band!
In truth Juka was rather close to finally getting everything together. He was the vocalist, naturally, and he had found himself a guitarist and a basist. The only thing he was now missing was a drummer and a name. His two new band members weren't quite as amazing as he was, of course, but that would be impossible anyway so he was willing to forgive them that. They were incredibly talented and charismatic; they knew how to play their instruments, meshed well with Juka and each other and didn't appear to have any serious anti-mutant tendenceies. They, and his hopefully soon to be found drummer, would be perfect; together they would be even better than Ukime.
Given that Juka was soon to be leading a new band in a new city, he must have the proper wardrobe to accomany him. A couple of weeks ago he had begun his quest for new clothes, but now that things were nearing their inevitable conclusion, time was of the essence to complete his epic quest. His epic quests for dresses of the highest and most beautiful caliber. And, of course, makeup to go with it and perhaps a new hair colour and style as well. Everything had to be perfect.
Dawning a short green dress and black fishnets and tying his hair in simple but striking pigtails, Juka was ready to go. Since he was going to be trying on different things it seemed prudent that he wear something that was easy to remove and redawn as necessary. Once in Times Square, a favourite location to shop, he entered a new store on a whim. It was mostly empty but it was new and, looking through the window, seemed to have some potential. Besides, it wasn't as if he were lacking in free time these days.
Juka strolled in like he was the most beautiful thing around (and of course he was), nodding towards the man who worked there. Near him he spotted another man, this one looking a little threadbear. Well, clearly he was here for a reason. He desperately needed something better than the pants and shirt he was currently wearing and barely fit. "Do you need some help?" he asked the stranger, most helpfully in his opinion. He dearly hated to see someone so fashion bereft, especially when he knew he could help.
Juka grinned his agreement. "Oh darling one, you haven't seen anything yet. Wait until we get inside." Delicous anticipation to show this lovely woman all the many wonders hidden within the Mansion gates. Juka thrived off attention and thrived off impressing as many people as possible and this was the perfect opportunity to do just such a thing. Who could not, after all, be duely impressed by the grand Mutant Mansion? Surely not this beautiful lady.
"Um, okay... we're here. What's next on the agenda?"
"The agenda must surely be to show you around and have you meet all of the amazing people here." The question was, who to introduce her to first? There was his lovely Ghosty and bestest friend Jewelly, of course, but they were sadly gone off who knew where for the moment. Cafas, unfortunately, he hadn't seen around much and was pretty sure the man didn't actually live here. The difficult decsion was taken from him, however, when a stranger showed up and introduced herself. A stranger who Juka had never seen in the Mansion before. How very curious.
"Well next, you come in and meet me! Hello. I'm Raina, nice to meet you. Welcome to our school."
"Hello pretty Raina," Juka said, extending his hand for a handshake. One never appreciated the simple pleasures of actally being able to shake hands until they had spent a month trapped in a bubble unable to shake the hands of anyone. "An absolute pleasure to meet your exaulted acquantance." He bowed low and formal to her.
Juka was well aware of the crowd they had gathered to them and bowed, more than once, in their direction. He was a performer, after all, and couldn't help but play to his audience. He was amazing and he knew it and he knew that they knew it. Oh how he missed the spotlight, oh how he needed to return to the world of performing.
“Ladies and gentleman, that was exactly as fun as it looked. We’ve got to do that again, some time.”
"Sweetest Maxine, I am so very happy to provide you what small enjoyment I could." Understatement, he could tell, but oh how delicious. "And you can be certain as soon as your heart desires it, I will gift you with the skies and the clouds once again." He curtsied very deeply to her, skirts folding perfectly around him.
"Though perhaps your Octoclip might prefer to sit the next trip out?" The poor thing looked terrified, or at least as terrified as it was possible for an animated paperclip creature to look.
It was such a wonderful thing to share the joy of his bubble with someone else and Maxine was clearly enjoying his bubble emmensely. It was like a rollar coaster except so much better, able to spin and flip in ways that no rollor coaster ever could and with a clear bottom. In fact, all of the barriers were clear and barely visible which only added to the exhileration of the ride. Maxine's reaction brought Juka back to a time when he was just discovering his power and he laughed along with her, sharing in her experience as best he could.
Far below the two of them people stared and pointed and, surprisingly perhaps, most of the stares and comments were those of awe and admiration. Juka, because he was a natural performer, couldn't help but make a spectacal out of what he was doing, turning their bobs and weaves into an artful dance, no less exhilerating for the beauty that they achieved. Oh, how he wished he could share this with the world more often, how he wished more people could understand.
Finally, after how long Juka wasn't entirely sure, Juka landed his bubble, offering a hand to Maxine in case she needed to steady herself after the ride. "Are you ok my dear? Was it everything you expected?" Judgeing by her reaction he thought he knew the answer, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right? Besides, his ego always did like a little massaging now and again.
Juka very helpfully pointed Henri in the direction of the change room, giving her an encouraging grin. Oh, she was going to look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. Not that she didn't all ready, but the proper outfit never hurt anyone.
Juka was about to turn and do some browsing for himself when Noel suddenly appeared behind him asking about helping her find something black. If he wasn't very much mistaken he got the impression that she was worried about him being alone with Henri, or something ridiculous like that. Oh well, the woman obviously didn't know him very well if she thought he might be some sort of a threat. Still, she was asking nicely for his help so he couldn't in good consicounce refuse.
"Darling, I believe I know just the thing." He gestured for her to follow him. It was near the back of the store, a long black velvet dress with a wide skirt and just a little fur lining the bottom, the arms and the neck. "It will certainly be perfect for you." If there was one thing and one thing only that he knew about, it was fashion.
The mutant woman was so casual about her evil and her killings that it was almost hard to believe. If not for his horrific experience with Aura he wouldn't have believed. That had changed him, changed his previous niavely optimistic view of the world. Was it for the better that he no longer believed in the essential goodness of all people? He wasn't yet certain. Certainly life was darker but it was also more realistic and shouldn't that count for something?
Juka's cash register whirled around him and a table came carreening in his direction. Simultaneously he made a sharp left, narrowly avoiding colliding with the table and the table smacked into Saph, shattering into numerous pieces. He had to stop himself from cringing in sympathy, even though he knew Saph had a strange liking of being struck with heavy objects; something about the way his power functioned. Much to Juka's pleasure, the shattered table created several rather large heavy pieces of wood, the perfect size for use as weapons. They still weren't his anvils, but he had a feeling that they would be sufficient for his needs. How much force did one need to injure a mutant, after all?
"I think some of those table chunks should work for your.... whatever you do, yeah?"
"You are so very right, my lovely Massochist," Juka agreed, anticipation in his voice. Rather strangely he was feeling every bit the anticipation of the battle that his voice portrayed. Strange indeed that he should feel so, normally he avoided any potential injury to self. But these were the heroic acts that defined him and would continue to define him in the future and he was determined to make a proper showing of himself.
Without hesitation Juka bubbled the three largest pieces of wood, near the two foot limit of his mini bubbles, and sent them whirling around his bubble along with the cash register. "Prepare yourself Massochist Saph!" It was all the warning he gave the other man, before zooming close enough to strike him with his spinning wooden weapons of doom. Three large pieces of wood collided with him, followed by one metal cash register, coins jangling inside. A moment later and he commanded his bubble away, floating near the roof and awaiting the best opportunity to strike his true opponent.
