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.
"Well then I guess my talents might be useful then."
"All talents are useful," Juka agreed sagely. Actually, learning to fight more effectively was fairly high on his list of things to do. After all, if he ever wanted to become a proper super hero he would need to know how to fight. What if he got stuck somewhere and someone had the power to make his powers stop working? That wouldn't be good at all. Or, even worse, what if his powers stopped working on their own. He had all ready gone through the rather unpleasant experience of having his bubble refuse to disappear by his command, how much worse would it have been had it refused to appear at all?
"No no, you misunderstand me, I mean why do you want to be an X-man. Sorry That was likely my poor phrasing."
"I want to help people," Juka answered, in a rare moment of complete authenticity. Not that he ever really lied, mind you, but he wasn't always so serious. "When Aura almost killed me I had a sort of revalation. I realized I wasn't doing anything important with my life and I had been given this great power that I should do something good with. Performing is one thing, it makes people happy and I love to make people happy, but what is a momentary moment of happiness when compared to the prospect of saving someone's life?" The words were said with true feeling.
"I'm hoping to learn how to fight soon. Just in case my anvils and my bubbles fail me." No harm putting out that sort of feeler, right? "How about you? Any future plans or prospects? What do you want out of life?" Oh, such a heavy question to ask.
"Wow, that sounds like some really serious stuff."
Juka waved a hand dismissively. "Oh its not so bad really. As long as you know the risks don't you think its worth it in the end?" He certainly thought so though he supposed, rather somewhat belatedly, that not everyone would think the same thing. Not everyone was interesting in fame, excitment, risk, danger and the prospect of helping people which, if very likely, might convert itself into some more "personal" rewards. Ah yes, personal rewards sounded like quite the prospect indeed. Now if only he could find someone to save that might be able to offer such rewards to him...
Juka followed Random as she made her away away from the sirens, jumping from one rooftop to the other. Now that was something that looked impressive, not to mention how much fun it looked also. Well, he could be just as impressive floating from rooftop to rooftop, right? Even if floating didn't look nearly as much fun as death defying leaps of awesome but, as he was reluctantly beginning to accept, one couldn't have everything no matter how much one wanted it. So he made due with what he had, rising his bubble just above the woman and silently following her.
Below him, Juka spotted Gawain wal into his own reflection and reappearing somewhere else. Wow. So they were both impressive people with cool powers. Not only that, but it explained the Mirror name as well.
In that moment Juka realized that, while he might not be able to have either person's power, he really should have a cool nickname shouldn't he? Like Mirror did. Something fitting. The question was what. Bubble Boy just didn't sound very heroic to his ears. Having arrived somewhere safe, several blocks from their initial incounter with the thugs, he sighed. "Can't I have a cool nick name like yours Gawain?"
Juka was loved, oh happy day. Not that there wasn't a great deal about him to love, of course, but it was a most saddening fact that so many people just didn't seem to realize it. Perhaps it was his unusual attire or perhaps it was simply because they were jealous of his amazingness, but whatever the reason it was sadly true. But Maxine had an amazingness all her own so she had nothing to be jealous about and thus he was loved. He beamed his happiness and took a bit of his cone, the ice cream on top becoming depleted.
"We most certainly can exchange numbers, oh dearist Maxine," Juka agreed, pulling out a blackberry of his own. His phone was covered in a pink and purple case, for protection against unforseen falls (not that it would be much protection if it fell while he was floating of course) and for generall prettiness.
"My bubble? How does it work?" Juka considered, it wasn't something anyone had ever asked him before. "I have no idea!" He laughed in amusement. "I think about it and it appears. I think about what direction I want it to float and it floats. Its always nice and warm and dry inside." A frown. "Unfortunately its been acting a little funy lately." A moment of inspiration. "I can bring you for a fly if you like" His Jewely had enjoyed floating in his bubble, so perhaps this lovely lady Maxine would as well.
Juka had no idea what the evil artist's power might be except that somehow it had allowed to to make numerous bodies disappear. In not knowing, he watched her very carefully for any sign of aggression or any sign of power activation. He was fortunate that she spoke her words of challenge before activation her powers, otherwise he might not have been able to react in time to avoid the spikes flying in his and Saph's direction.
The moment Saph shouted his warning, Juka bubbled himself and rose above the trajectory of the shadow spikes, narrowly saving his legs from untold amounts of pain. Saph, he saw out of the corner of his eye, had also managed to avoid the shadow spikes, though much less gracefully as he and perhaps incurring an injury in the process. He certainly hoped not, that could never be a good thing, especially when against someone as dangerous as they psychotic woman appeared to be. Prior to his battle with Aura, Juka would have been terrified but he had learned since that time and learned from his encounter with Cthulu. This woman might very well be a murderous psychopath with the ability to control shadows and shadow weapons, but he was Juka Miami and together he and Saph would defeat her. Good always triumphed over evil, after all, right?
"Kid, find something's heavy and lets get to work... This aint gonna be easy."
The command wasn't even needed. Before the words were even entirely out of Saph's mouth, Juka was zooming, as fast as his bubble would move, in the direction of the cash register which he had seen previously. He knew enough that few, if any, could match him for sheer quickness while he was inside his bubble and in moments sent out a shimmering tendril towards the cash register and caught it in a mini-bubble. "I've got it!" he yelled towards his ally, preparing to zoom back in the opposite direction.
Juka often went shopping for himself but he so very rarely had the privaledge of helping others shop. He was, in his own opinion at least, quite good at finding the perfect clothes for just about anyone and, despite what others might think, was quite in tune with the fact that not everyone adhered to the same bright and colorful style as he did. His reason for coming to this particular place was that, despite its many bright and unusual outfits, it also had more acceptable outfits as well. Nothing that was considered normal, exactly, but it did have things that wouldn't stick out too much.
"Now, Henrietta my darling, let me help you dearest." Without waiting for a response, Juka went searching the isles for something perfect and came back with a dark burgandy dress with silver stiching. It had character, that much was true, but not so much that people would stare at her for wearing it. Or rather, they would only stare because she would look so beautiful wearing it. It showed nothing unbecoming for a woman such as she, but suggested just enough to allow the imagination to run free. "This would be perfect for you." Juka handed over the dress.
Looking over in Noel's direction, Juka noticed her eyes on a cute fur number. He grinned. His help, he decided, would not be needed for her nor did he think she would take kindly to it. Something just told him that she was too independent to agree to help from an eccentric man like him.
How very sweet that colorful ninja Koga seemed to have a crush and sweet little Mirror and Juka approved whole heartedly. He winked at the ninja boy, consiritorally. A man and a woman all in one, what could be better? Even his precious Prince Venus didn't have that going for him. Quite the shame really. Perhaps the ninja would be willing to share his Mirror with Juka. Yes, he must certainly pursue that line of thought some other time. Certainly he could make it worth both their whiles.
“And Yeah, I am going to go for it once they get back from Romania, I heard that you had to sssixteen to join but you only need to be fifteen to be a trainee. Ssso, I am trying out asss sssoon asss I can get sssomething ssset up. Either of you guysss want to join me, the lassst tryoutsss were in cellsss of three.”
"Oh I definately want to join," Juka agreed with enthusiasm. "I want to use my powers to help and protect people." He was still getting used to his new altruistic attitude, though he found he was meshing with it quite well. Besides, was it entirely altruistic when he also had aspirations of being known as the Great and Magnificant Juka Miami, super hero extraordinaire? It might not be his first motivation, but the prospect of fame certainly didn't hurt.
"Dunno. Maybe?... How does this team work anyway? All I hear about them is legends."
Juka shrugged. "I don't have any idea." He looked at Koga expectantly. The kid seemed to know a lot more about this sort of thing than he did. And now that he was paying attention, he realized taht Mirror didn't seem nearly as interested in Koga as Koga was in her. Oh, what a shame that would be. But of course, if the ninja was persistant then perhaps he might still have a shot. Persistance paid off, after all.
“Ick. Don’t worry. They’re parents. They’ll come around. Haven’t you seen those Lifetime movies? Besides—your fans like you, and I like you. Even ball point pens like you. Also, we have ice cream. What more do you need?”
After a careful thought, Juka nodded his agreement. When put that way, what did he really have to complain about? He had his hordes of fans (even if hordes was technically overstating the fact a little), people who liked him (and pens as well apparently) and he had ice cream. When put that way, life seemed pretty good all things considered. And to top it all off, he still had his bubble and best of all his bubble obeyed his commands.
"Wait, you like me?" Juka asked. He was tocuhed. Truly. Although Maxine's pen was beginning to find itself hopelessly tangled in his hair. Who knew that he would one day come across the problems of animated pens attacking his hair? Life proved itself to be most interesting at times like these.
Juka took another very contented lick of his ice cream. "So, does he follow you everywhere?" Juka asked, with a pointed glance towards the lurcking octoclip. Even his kitties weren't that persistant.
It never occurred to Juka that Venus might not actually be Venus nor did it occur to him that the non-Venus might actually be serious about his statement of impending death towards the attacking himans. What did occur to Juka was that his Venus, his loving, beautiful Prince Venus was in trouble and that he had to save his lovely Prince. Who ever said that princesses couldn't be heroes?
Juka sent his anvils spinning around his head and with a battle cry of "Leave my Venus alone!" charged from the air to the offending humans. The humans didn't have much chance to react before Juka was upon them. They stood there dumbfounded for a moment, tyring to absorb the reality of a floating boy in a dress flying at them with 4 anvils whirlwinding around his bubble. He took out one of the men with bats before he or any of the others had the slightest chance to react, anvil colliding with his head sending him tumbling to the ground unconscious. He was careful not to hit him too hard, not wanting to kill the man, only incapacitate him.
It wasn't quite the type of crime that he had been planning on stopping, but it was still plenty heroic to save his dearest prince. No matter that Venus could probably take care of himself even without Juka's help, that wasn't the point. He was a proper hero, surely. "
One of the offending humans, having finally had time to react to Juka's sudden experienced, charged him. His bat swung towards Juka's chest but was intercepted with an anvil. Oh, how useful such things were. Would people like that never learn that it was generally a bad idea to attack those with powers?
"Lemme get some things: the X-men go on missions, huh? What kind of missions? Peace keeping missions? What kind of lessons are taught at this... school? If it's high school stuff, I'm so through with such stuff. Something else I'd like to know is: are there any school fees that need to be paid or something. I'm very much interested in being around those I feel at home with." She really was adorable, Juka decided. Adorable in a hugglable but strong sort of way. She was, after all, quite clearly able to defend herself rather effectively. "They never mentioned any fees to me." He nodded his agreement at Gawain and then frowned as a sudden thought occurred to him. "Unless my parents suddenly somehow discovered that I was a mutant and that I wanted to become an X-man, but I have no ide how they would discover that." Not that he would put it past them, of course. "But it's a cool place. And apart from bein' attacked an' torn down every now and then, it's pretty safe too. Death traps on the fields an' all."
"Oh, don't let Gawain scare you, sweet one, its really not that bad. I've only been only killed twice and neither of those times happened at the Mansion." One had been Aura, evil vile woman that she was and the other had been the giant clay monster Cthulu and that had been at least partly his fault, since it was his decision to help in the beast's defeat. "I guess becoming a super hero kind of involves a little danger though, right? Makes life more exciting."
It was at that moment that Juka became aware of distant sirens. "You know, I'm thinking we might want to move a little further from the scene of the gunshot. Police might not often look up, but I'd rather not take the chance, you know?"
Bored. Juka. Was. Bored. There was training and performing and practicing and eating. Sometimes there was socializing and shopping but right at this very moment, Juka was bored. It was 3 am, nothing was open and he was tired of training and tired of practicing in order to perform. Because there were no places open there were no places to shop and because it was 3 am there was no one to socialize with. What was an eternally awake boy in a bubble to do on a night like this? Either remain on his computer all night talking in chat rooms filled with sad little antisocialites or go out and find himself some excitement. For obviously reasons he chose the latter.
Excitement, in Juka's mind, did not merely involve floating around the city as was his usual activity when he was bored, but finding something more engaging. Even floating around and spying on people was starting to get old. Who would have thought that life would become so much less exciting as soon as he no longer had to sleep? One would have that that'd be a good thing, that life would get far more interesting simply because there were more hours in the day to do more interesting things, but that simply wasn't the case. So bored was he that (gasp in shock and awe) he was even considering getting himself a job. Oh the horror of actually having to work. Things, luckily, hadn't gotten quite that bad but they were getting close.
No, tonight Juka wanted to find himself something truly exceptional to do, maybe even something dangerous. After all, he was a super hero in training, was he not? So, in proper super hero fashion, perhaps he might be able to stop some insidious crime from taking place and punish some evil criminal or another. Yes indeed, that sounded like a fantastic plan to him. So, after feeding his precious kitties (the only loves of his life) he bubbled himself and his anvils and floated off of his balcony and into the city, intent on finding some dastardly criminals.
Flying over the city, Juka's plans started big but eventually faded into something...well...not nearly so impressive. Where did one go to find crime being committed? Looking down below him all he saw was building and streets and the occasional pedestrian or moving vehicle. Problem was, none of the pedestrians seemed to be in any sort of imminent danger and even if the vehicles were engaged in some evil illegal actions, they were moving faster than his bubble was. It seemed the criminals were going to win this round by default since they didn't appear to exist...It was a most disheartening experience, to say the least.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Juka noticed something big and red. Or, should he say, someone big and red and he only knew of one big read individual. "Venus!" he yelled in most excited fashion, floating down to Venus' level. His four anvils floated around him, held stationary above his head on four tendrils.
You know, I am definitely up for some maniac style posting. I'd kind of like Juka to meet one of the non-Venus clones since the club Evo thread kind of died before it got properly started. Let me know if you're interested. You can get one step closer to your fourth and I can get one step closer to my third. Win win for us both
"Well, you know, the normal vampire slaying, and demon hunting, and blah blah blah... I tried leaving some painful shards of my past behind. See, I used to stay in Canada, until a mutant-human urban war broke out in my area, and people died...""Neighbors, friends... Well, even after it died down, I couldn't forget the carnage, the hatred, the deaths. So, I left, hoping to find a big place in which I could just quietly disappear and live an an-least-close-to-normal life. Looks like that ain't the case.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Juka said with feeling. He had heard the stories about mutants who were prosecuted for who and what they were, how could one not hear such stories? They were all over the news and unfortunately all to common. In a way he felt just a little ashamed at the fact that he was so much mor fortunate than some, having never encountered any violence related to what he was. The closest he had ever come was during the time he had been trapped in his bubble and that had never progressed beyond the point of judgemental stares.
I was once a superhero sort of girl, too, you know? But no masks or gaudy costumes. My friends and I just busted creeps back in the good old days, like we did today. So, tell me about your 'super hero group. What kinda trainings do you do, anyway?"
"Sounds like fun. No one back home knew that I was anything more than a flamboyant human. I had enough problems with my parents disapproving of my style of dress, let alone the fact that I was a mutant. Besides, there was just something about being able to escape the world below me without anyone knowing, you know?" It was rare that Juka was so opon about his past and his feelings but something about the encounter just made him feel like opening up. Something about these two just seemed trustworthy. That, and the fact that they were sharing their stories in kind. It only seemed fair.
"We have a team called the X-men, they do missions and such. The rest of us train to use their powers and stuff. And we have classes too."
"Oh, but don't worry, not all of us have to go to class," Juka assured her with a wink. He certainly hadn't gone to any classes nor did he intend on doing so any time soon. Besides, he didn't techniclally actually live at the Mansion nor was he a teenager relegated to a life of high school any more.
Cthulu was dying! Oh happy day! Juka would have danced and sung right then and there if he wasn't in so very much pain. He wanted to get up and make his joy at the death of the monster apparant for all to see. He wanted to get up onto a stage and perform in a way that he had never performed before and shout and sing and dance his joy for all to see and adore. But the problem with that was twofold: first he was still stuck in his bubble but that, in and of itself, wasn't realy much of a problem. The real problem was that he hurt. Every inch of his body seemed to be a mass of bruises and pain. No, there would be no singing or dancing for Juka this day and perhaps not for many days to come. The world would be bereft of his multitudes of talents, at least for a little while.
After going through his mental celebrations, Juka became aware of two things. The first was that the dying Cthulu was a truly disgusting and horrible sight and he found himself thankful for his bubble that prevented any of that icky icky clay from getting onto his nice clean dress. The second was that just about everyone else seemed as brusied and exhausted as he was and some seemed to be in a worse state than he was in. Despite himself, he found himself feeling a little bit sorry for the many dirty and battered heroes.
Juka heard the call for help but just couldn't bring himself to move from his place, lying floating prone just above the ground. Cthulu was dead and that meant that whatever threat remained was someone else's problem. He should do something, he really should. He should at least rise himself to look and see why there was yelling and what was going on. But all he really wanted to do was lie there and sleep. Unfortunately sleep wasn't going to come (damned annoying bubble) so he settled for lying there. If there was a real threat someone would surely tell him, right?
"Thanks. Geez. Hey Juka, do you know much about the X-men. I hear all the kids talking about them, but I have no idea what it's about. Don't get me wrong I know about the X-men but I don't get what it has to do with the mansion."
"A little," Juka answered, taking another sip of his hot chocolate. "I know Ghosty and Shin and they're both part of the X-men. At least, I think Shin is. And my Jewely recently started training to become one. They live here and I think they help train the younger mutants." Juka shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure of the details either, to be honest. All he really knew as that this was where they were housed and that only a few people who lived at the Mansion were X-men or X-men trainees and that one day he wanted to number among them.
"I hadn't really been worried by the absence of all these mansion people before now. Oh well. As for using my skills, well, my skills are in violence, not diplomacy. I thought the X-men were more of a non-violent group."
"Oh they are," Juka agreed emphatically. "But that doesn't mean that they don't sometimes have to use violence. Take Cthulu, for example. Surely if the X-men had been here they would have used violence to dispose of the monster just like we did, but they weren't so it fell to us. And then there are the evil mutans like Aura who have to be stopped." He couldn't help the mention of Aura. He wasn't sure that he would ever be able to forgive her for what she did to him.
"So what inspired you to join the X-men then?"
"Me? An X-man?" Juka laughed. "I'm afraid I'm not an X-man yet. Soon, once the X-men come back. But not yet." And now that he was really thinking about it, they had been gone an awefully long time and he coudn't help but feel a little concerned. What if something had happened to his Ghosty or his Jewely? Oh, if only one of them had told them where they were all going and if only he could go and engage in a grand heroic rescue.
Being safe and away from evil violent thugs was most certainly a good thing as far as Juka was concerned, and quite possibly also a reason to celebrate. In his head played the Final Fantasy victory music and even if no one else could here it, it made his victory complete. Life was good and he was an epic hero.
"Well, uh... I saw this guy being robbed; I couldn't just turn a deaf ear to his plight. I had to help. Nearly cost me, huh? I should thank you both for coming to my... rescue, so thank you."
"I understand completely," Juka intoned with a sympathetic look. He reached over to pat her on the shoulder. "You did the right thing, my sweet damsel. You certainly could not have possibly allowed that poor man get robbed without trying to do something. And we were thrilled to come to your rescue, now werent we Gawain?" Juka winked in Gawain's direction.
"Are you guys like, vigilantes or something? Like superheroes who fight for um, justice or such stuff? I've rarely seen a mutant who didn't respond to human hatred with an equal dose, or even more."
Vigilantes. Now that was a word that Juka liked the sounds of. In fact, super heroes was a word that he liked the sound of even more. But was he really a super hero? He frowened to himself, contemplating. No, not really or at least not yet. Besides, didn't super heroes need to have masks and costumes? He was most certainly missing both of those two things, though now that he thought about it, perhaps that should change. Juka Miami: Singer extraordinaire and super hero. It had a nice ring to it.
"Um, yeah, somethin' of the sort"
Juka nodded at Gawain. "Yes, something of the sort is exactly the words I was searcing for. We don't have masks or costumes, you see." He nodded to himself and grinned, as if that fact explained everything.
