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.
Consider me to be another vote for death by goo puddle. That seems to be the way things are going anyway so it makes sense that they'd continue in that direction to their inevitable end.
Well, Juka is not officially a member of the X-men but he does spend a lot of time at the Mansion and he is fond of meeting new people, especially those with interesting powers. My recommendation would be to start up some sort of entering the city type thread and I would be more than happy to join you with Juka.
"I will do my very best to get along with Dear Noel, if it will only make your smile brighten my day," Juka agreed, without hesitation. He restrained himself from sending the other woman a resentful look. She hadn't really done anything that bad, and if it would make Henrietta happy then he would certainly make the attempt. As long as Noel did likewise. He would even do it without complaint, or if not completley without complaint than at least with a minimum of it. It wasn't fair to expect miracles, after all.
"Well, we can't all lift cement trucks with our minds or punch through babies, now can we?"
Juka blinked at her. "I most certainly cannot lift cement trucks with my mind...at least I don't think I can." It wasn't something he had ever tried before. His mini bubbles were far to small to do so, he knew that for certain, but he neither knew the exact limit of how heavy an object he could lift nor if his main bubble had any sort of size limit. Usually it was only himself, or occasionally one other person, that he lifted with his main bubble. He frowned in contemplatation. "Well, I at least know that I can't punch through babies nor would I want to, that's for sure." He put on his best dazzling smile, which was an excellent smile indeed.
"You know, this state could use some stricter gun control laws and harsher punishments for parole violators."
"I might just find something to like in you yet," Juka agreed, with a firm nod of his head. "Now, if you two ladies would kindly follow me, I believe I promised to find you some bargains around here." He set off confidently down the road. There was a charming little boutique not too far from where they were currently located that, he was fairly certain, would have just what they were looking for. The prices were surpisingly good and no one outfit was quite like any other or like any outfit one was likely to see anywhere else either. They weren't too over the top, but whoever was seen in them could only be considered an individual in the best possible way. That' and the lady that ran the place was an absolute sweet heart.
Everything was pain. His arm was espeically bad, but Juka was fairly certain that there wasn't a place in his body that wasn't aching with various cuts and bruises. Cuts that didn't bleed, of course, but cuts nevertheless. He wished he could lie down and just fall unconsious, but of course his bubble wouldn't allow that to happen. He thought he would never be granted the gift of temporary oblivion again, would never gain any respite from the pain he felt. Life simpy wasn't fair.
"Juka, get your a** over here, it's dying anyway, no use getting hurt trying to speed up an already definite result!"
Juka's mind was forced back into the reality of the situation he was currently in. He was on the ground, or rather just above the ground, floating in a prone position far to close to the dying Cthulu monster. Alchemist's words were just what he needed to force his mind back to the task at hand and that task had suddenly changed from trying to do more damage to the monster to trying to bring himself to a place of safety. The creature was dying and it had taken the angry words of another to show him the truth of that. Maybe, just maybe, it would finally die and he would be able to rest even if that rest wasn't going to include sleep.
It took far more effort than it should have to force himself the handful of feet from where he lay to where Alchemist, Cafas, the man he had mistakenly tried to kill in his fit of madness earlier and a couple of unknown strangers lay, just outside the easy range of the dying monster's rage. He collapsed there, or at least as close to collapsed as he could currently accomplish, his anvils dropping to the ground just below him. He might not be physically capable of falling unconsious, but for the moment he wasn't capable of doing much of anything else either.
How could anyone possibly think that being an assassin was better than being a bounty hunter? Killing was killing, it didn't matter the reasons or justifications for doing so. Killing was wrong and it was that simple. Or at least it should be that simple. "You don't get to deciede who should die!" It was stated with a rare determination and Juka was slightly surprised to note that he was willing to stand there and stop her if it proved necessary. In such a short amount of time he had changed so very much. A month ago and he simply would have fled.
Juka positioned himself next to Saphirus, taking his lead from the other man. He might be willing to do what was necessecary in order to try and stop this monster but he was still inexperienced in such things and, judging by how Massochist Man had acted during the fight with Cthulu, he had the feeling that the other man wasn't. He refrained himself from thinking too much about what punishment would be in store for the sadistic woman, knowing that she wasn't likely to stay within any jail. He would do what was necessary.
There was just something about the day that Juka was feeling good about. Although the weather was chilly, it was also clear and blue and what could be better than a nice day of shopping followed by a return to his nice warm home and his loving little pokemon kitties and some hot chocolate? Such were his plans today and he, at least, thought they were good ones. So off he want, complete with royal blue dress and pretty white ribbons in hair, to find whatever he may find. If he was to begin performing again then he needed to increase his wardrobe, clearly.
Walking along the road Juka heard song. He blinked. Blinked again. Still heard song. How very strange. Approaching the song resulted in more confused blinking. Was that a choir? A choir fo people singining in the middle of the street? He opened his mouth. Closed it. It was quite possibly the most bizzarre thing he had ever seen and he had seen a giant clay Cthulu attack central park. At least this didn't seem to be nearly so dangerous as that had been.
Bizzarre though the image may be, Juka felt an overwhelming urge to appoach and see what was going on and why a bunch of people had seemingly spontaneously broken into song. And, if it proved necessary, show them all what a real performer and singer could do. Yes, that's exactly what he would do: show them up as only Juka Miami could. As he appraoched he spotted a black haired woman, about his age, that he recognized from the Cthulu fight. Grinning, he waved enthusiasticly at her. Perhaps she was a singer too and also wanted to show up the choirfull crowd?
Finally Cthulu looked like it might be close to death. The fire truck had really done a number on it and its clay appeared to be melting off of its body. A truly grotesque sight, in Juka's opinion, but wonderful also. Wonderful in the sense that it meant that, perhaps, victory might be in sight and none to soon at that. Juka himself was rather sore from being hit by tentacles and the attack of the mini-Cthulu but looking around it seemed that he wasn't doing badly compared to some of the others. There was Masochist man below him, of course, and Ninja boy and a couple of girls in the distance that he didn't know, all of which seemed to be the worse for wear. At least Juka was still up and floating, though he supposed given the current state of his bubble he didn't have much of a choice in the matter anyway.
"Thanks," Juka called down at Alchemist, who had begun dragging his ward further from the threatening monster. The good thing was that his ward was likely going to be safer the farther away from the monster he was. The bad thing was that it left Juka without a task and that meant making another pass at the giant threat and that was something that he was not looking forward to doing. Before making his next, and hopefully final, pass at the beast, he saw Alchemist collapse beside Masochist. Hopefully they were both far enough away to be safe.
With a deep breath for confidence, Juka charged, aiming with his bubble and spinning anvils right at the monster's melting head. He had only enough time to briefly consider his disgust at the sight and feel a sense of thankfulness that he was protected from all that icky clay before all four anvils smashed into its head, one after another. The thuds were extremely satisfying but unfortunately coming, once again, to the monster's attention, was not. So much better when he was able to be the anonymous support and he didn't have to worry about dodging tentacles.
The first tentacle Juka saw coming and managed to dart out of the way, just barely. When the second one came at him he wasn't so lucky. The second tentacle came from above, colliding with his head and shoulder. The impact of the collision sent him hurtling to the ground where he landed painfully on his arm, only to bob back up, as his bubble forced him a foot off the ground. He groaned in pain and clutched his arm, fairly certain that something was either broken or dislocated. At least he had managed to do some damage though.
"Hot chocolate sounds brilliant. As for anvil shopping, Let's just say I'm glad you can lift it with your bubble because those things weigh crazy amounts given their size."
"You know, I've never discovered just how much I can bubble," Juka said thoughtfully. "My anvils don't take any energy at all to carry." For the first time he truly wondered exactly how much he could carry. It just hadn't seemed terribly important in the past. Why should a rock star need to carry heavy things anyway? But now that he wanted to make some sort of difference, it seemed more important to be aware of his limits. The question was, though, how would he test it? While he didn't know how heavy and object he could carry, he did know how large an object he could carry and his anvils were close to the limit in terms of size.
"You get yourself warm and dry and I'll find us some hot chocolate," Juka told Alchemist, walking into the Mansion doors. Upon entering he de-bubbled (with a thrill of joy that he even could) and walked towards the kitchen. There were a few people around but no one that Juka knew personally. The Mansion really had been quiet lately with everyone gone, wherever it was they had gone. He hoped his Ghosty and his Jewely were ok.
It didn't talk long for Juka to make 2 mugs of hot chocolate and a few minutes later he returned to Alchemist, hot chocolaty drink in hand. He sat down beside him and handed him a drink. "There, now I'm sure that we'll both feel better.
Juka floated just above the ground, utterly exhausted. He was thankful for the time to catch his breath and didn't do much but watch Alchemist as he took the piece of metal and once again melted it and then reformed it back into the bar that it had been originally. No harm done it seemed, and their little experiment would go unnoticed. As his partner in crime returned, he couldn't help but notice that he also seemed to be rather drained from the whole experience. Well, at least Juka wasn't the only one then.
" Sorry, I just don't think the staff would have been too happy if one of the bars was missing when they came home. I don't even know where they went, they just sort of jumped ship and went on holidays. It's probably somewhere nice."
"No I guess they wouldn't," Juka agreed with a good natured chuckle. "And Jewely and Ghosty never told me where they were going, just that they had something important to do. I hope its warm and nice where they are. Jewely never did like the cold. So, how about we go inside and find us some nice hot chocolate?"
It didn't seem like either of them were going to get much more done during the day, so finding something warm and sweet seemed like the best idea for the moment. "And later I can certainly take you to go find you and anvil."
Carefully Juka extended his tendril to once again take hold of the container of melted metal, listening as Alchemist described the difficulties of his mutation and how it worked. It all sounded rather interesting, although in truth he only understood about half of what was being said.
As Alchemist continued his training, Juka concentrated on trying, once again, to make the liquid metal go solid again. This time he paid special attention to what he felt as he tried to force time to affect the metal differently. Slowly the metal began turning red and this time he was aware of the energy passing out of his body, into his bubble, down the tendril and into the metal within the cup. It was a bizarre feeling. He was also aware that this time it took more out of him to solidify the metal, likely due to the fact that he was all ready feeling drained from the last attempt. Finally, some minutes later, the red turned back to dull silver.
Returning the now solid piece of metal to Alchemist, Juka swooned for a moment, feeling faint from the expenditure of energy. "I think that's all I can do," he said apologetically. At least it was a start.
Again and again Juka's anvils continued to collide with the mini Chthulu in front of him, ensuring that the creature would not soon return to its feet. And it seemed he was being quite successful with that plan of his as every time it tried to reform itself, another hit with an anvil would return it to its current amorphous gooey shape. One point for Juka and no points for evil clay monster clone. The only problem was that, despite his very best efforts, he simply couldn't do enough damage to ensure that the creature stayed down although with each hit it seemed to take more time to try and reform. Even if he technically could keep this up forever, he was certain that big Cthulu wouldn't let that happen. Sooner or later it would take notice of him and that could only end badly.
Finally is friendly masochistic savior returned to him with a demand to hit him with three of his anvils, a demand which Juka happily obeyed, giving as much force as he was able. And then he burst a fire hydrant, with rather impressive results, as the stream of water blasted into the glob of mini-Cthulu which finally stopped moving. A second command from Massochist Man to once again hit him with his anvils followed and once again Juka obeyed the command without question.
It was at this point that Juka became aware of the giant Cthulu absorbing the fire truck and the fact that Alchemist was in dire trouble. Deciding that his best course of action was to remain with Massochist Man in case he needed another anvil boost, Juka remained floating just above him, keeping an eye out for any wayward tentacles that tried to attack him or the man below him. What followed was a most impressive display of his ward cutting Cthulu and saving Alchemist from a rather nasty fate at the hands of the giant monster. Unfortunately, after the heroic act the savior fell to the ground, unconscious.
Had Juka been in full control of his bubble at this time, he simply would have de-bubbled and re-bubbled around the fallen Massochist and floated him to safety. As it was, however, not being able to get rid of his bubble he opted for the next best thing: remaining floating above him as a guard. Should any tentacles come too close, Juka would be there, anvils and all, to ensure that his new partner didn't become any more injured than he currently was. "I'm here to protect you, Massochist Man," Juka ensured him with a confidence that wasn't entirely felt and despite the fact that he didn't think his words could be heard.
"That's bloody amazing, I pumped as much energy into that as I possibly could and you made it set in like, five minutes. It might not be fully back to normal, but that sure is impressive."
Juka visibly puffed up at the compliment, eminently pleased that he had so impressed Alchemist. He seemed like the type not to be easily impressed. Besides, few people seemed to be very impressed with his bubbles, calling them soap bubbles. If he'd been the type to be easily insulted then certainly such a comment would be worth getting insulted over. Soap bubbles! Gah! His bubbles were so much more than that.
"Let’s try that again, hey? See if you can reproduce the results."
Juka nodded his agreement. "I'm don't think I can do that too many times though. It kind of takes a lot out of me." He wasn't about to give up though, especially not now that he was finally making some progress on figuring out exactly what was happening with his powers. He waited for Alchemist to give him another cup full of molten metal.
A bird chirping in the background momentarily distracted Juka. Maybe he should try to experiment on living targets once he figured out more of what he could do with his bubbles.
Juka watched in rapt fascination as Alchemist first shaped a bit of metal into something resembling a cup and then proceeded to melt another piece of metal into a molten liquid. The wide variety of mutations out there never ceased to amaze him. He was just glad that Alchemist was one of the good guys, not having any interest in going up against him in a fight. Judging by the way he moved, he knew how to fight and judging by his ability to melt metal, well, it wasn't like a pleasant thought to imagine what it would feel like to have that poured on him.
"Sounds like your parents really take care of you, that's nice of them, sure wish my parents... Well, hadn't tried to kill me."
Juka had to resist the urge to let out a bitter laugh. "I wish my parents took care of me. I was a shameful failure to them because of the way I dressed and acted. All I wanted to do was perform and they couldn't tolerate it so they pretty much just gave me money to live and shipped me off to America with express instructions never to go back." It was still painful to think about. "At least they never tried to kill me though, I guess."
Once the cup of molten metal was offered him, Juka carefully sent out a tendril towards the cup and encased in safely in a bubble. He wasn't really sure what to do from this point on except maybe think really hard about it solidifying as quickly as possible? Not having any better idea on how this new power might work, that's exactly what he did. At first he didn't think that anything was happening and was about to say as much when he noticed a slight change in the metal. At first it went red and then, slowly, the red faded and the metal began to take on a more normal appearance. "Did it work?" Juka asked? He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had bubbled the cup of metal but he felt suddenly exhausted.
"Sounds like a time problem to me, your bubble seems to be picking stuff at random and pushing it through time faster, I mean like, your plant or whatever. Maybe you have time control in that thing of yours."
Juka pondered that, thinking back to everything that his bubble had done over the last couple of months. The more he thought about it the more it sounded plausible. So, did that mean he could speed up how time affected things in his bubbles? But that didn't quite explain how it was that he no longer needed to sleep or eat, so clearly there had to be more too it than that. That, and when he took painkillers to deal with his pain that didn't affect him either, during the time he was stuck in his bubble? So maybe he could make time to faster or reverse it? "I think you might just be onto something there," Juka agreed, finally.
"Yeah just one would do. I'd love to say I could pay you back but I can't, which is a pain. But I'd probably keep it in my room. I do some blacksmithing every now and then when I can afford metal, or have some laying about"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about paying me back," Juka assured Cafas. My parents make sure I have plenty of money so it doesn't really make a difference to me." He shrugged, unaware that what he had just said probably made him sound like nothing more than a spoiled rich kid. Which, if he was honest with himself, he was. Though at least he was growing beyond that, or trying to at least.
"You know, everything I do with metal wears off over time. If I was to say melt a piece or heat it up and you get it in your bubble however you do we could see if it goes any faster or something."
Juka bobbed his head up and down enthusiastically. "You know, I think that's exactly what I need! You are so very kind to offer. Of course, actual melted metal might be a problem unless you have something to store it in,but for the rest we certainly could try!" Finally something constructive to do. "And it'd be the perfect repayment for your anvil, don't you think?"
