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.
"How could a sweet heart like you possibly ruin my shopping day?" Juka asked Henrietta with a wide grin. It seemed patently impossible. He would search the shops and streets with her, seeking illusive treasures and, whether or not they actually found anything was a moot point. It was company he wanted and company it seemed she would provide. Even if that did mean sticking by that mean rude women Noel.
"Good luck finding something affordable."
And if Juka hadn't thought Noel and entirely unlikable person before, that little comment cemented his opinion. Couldn't she be a little bit nicer? "Of course she'll find something affordable," Juka placated. "You just have to know the right places to look and, you lovely ladies are in luck because I just happen to know of all the right places." It wasn't like he went clothes shopping regularly or that he had money to burn. Nope. Not at all.
"Not all of us need to resort to violence," Juka told Noel with a grimace of distaste. "Especially guns." Maybe he was being a little unfair considering he was a mutant and she probably wasn't but he didn't care. He disliked her and didn't feel like being particularly fair just then.
Juka watched in amazed admiration as Koga's skin changed colors, right before his eyes and, upon completion of the display, clapped his hands. "You are truly amazing," my Ninja Koga. "To do the things you do and then change colors on top of that, why I might just think you almost rival me on the scale of most fabulous ever." He grinned and winked.
“Yeah, I met her in an orphanage where ssshe wasss doing wicked thingsss. I don’t even want to think about her, Ssshe would do well to leave New York and ssstay gone. Go reform sssomewhere far away.”
That was a new revaluation about the girl and yet another reason for Juka to dislike her, as if he needed any more reasons. Yet he wasn't surprised. "She won't leave unless forced to and one of these days someone is going to force her to." Possibly him. Possibly.
"He's the motherly type isn't he. Helluva way to present myself to him too... but he's cool." she had to hand him that "All right, ya can warm up an' eat your cookies, we'll drag ya down to Doc afterward"
"Maybe now that my bubble is gone Doc Prof can help me too?" Juka asked, wincing once again from one of his numerous bruises. He didn't think anything was broken but aside from the knowledge that he wasn't breathing, didn't really know much more than that. Despite his cheery demeanor brought on be his lack of bubble, he was still little more than a mass of pain of bruises.
It didn't take long for Juka to find the cookies in the kitchen. He had something of a sweet tooth and, despite the fact that he didn't technically live at the Mansion full time, cookies were among the first things he had sniffed out in the kitchen. For times just like this. Or...at least times just like this in the sense that he wanted cookies and so did others. Even the fabulously amazing Juka Miami couldn't have predicted the Cthulu attack could he? After a minute he returned holding his prize: A box of delicious chocolate chip cookies.
"Not sure how I can help you but I can always try. I'd offer you the danger room but it seems it is locked while the grownups are away, you know?"
Juka appreciated the offer especially when it was so unexpected. After Aura he didn't really have much faith in the kindness of others but be was beginning to think that Alchemist was an ok person. Unfortunately he wasn't really sure if there was anything he could do to help. Unless he could spontaneously grow plants or something. But something told him that wasn't his power, especially with a name like Alchemist. That brought the idea of working with metal to mind, like changing steel to gold or something. But that did bring to mind the realization that he really had no idea what kind of power the man had.
"I don't know what you can do," Juka said unhappily. "All of a sudden strange things just started happening. You know my bubble now makes it so I don't have to eat or sleep? That part I can control." And that part most certainly had its uses too. "The problem is sometimes other stuff happens. One time Jolteon's fur started falling off, like he was shedding, and he grew his summer coat. Another time my nails started growing and wouldn't stop until I exited my bubble. And just this morning I caused a flower to bloom and then wither and die in the span of a couple hours." Juka sighed in frustration. "What am I supposed to do with that? You don't by any chance have a power that could help me figure this out do you? Or any non-power related insights for that matter?" Faint hope but it was worth a try.
"Oh and where did you get your anvils from and how much did they cost?"
Now that was a much easier question to answer and much less distressing. "Oh, here and there. I just floated around and purchased them one at a time in different forges and metal working places. I don't remember how much they cost but if you want I can buy you one. Or several for that matter." Money wasn't really something Juka payed much attention too. His parents, estranged though they were, made sure his bank accounts had enough money for him to lie comfortably and that was that. "Though I'm not sure what you'd want with anvils. Or how you'd carry them either. Unless you're some kind of telekinetic too?"
"Yeah sure, go ahead. What does that thing do anyway?"
Happily Juka's bubble returned, enveloping him in a warm bubbly cocoon of good. Almost instantly he stopped shivering. "Mostly it allows me to float around and pick stuff up, as well as ensuring that I don't get cold or wet or anything." By way of demonstration he did a couple of flips in the air and sent out a tendril to bubble a nearby rock. After a moment he let the rock fall back towards the ground. "Lately, though, its been acting a little strange." He sighed, feeling disgruntled at its lack of making sense all over again.
"So what brings you to my little arena?"
"Actually, I was hoping to try and figure out what was wrong with my bubble. Ever since Aura attacked me...but you probably don't want to hear about that. Lets just say apparently it can do more than I thought. Only problem is I can't exactly figure out what it can do and how to make it do it. Things jut keep happening whether I like it or not." A most frustrating reality to have to deal with. And none of those in charge at the Mansion were there to help him. Shin and Ghosty and his Jewely were all gone.
"I'd offer you a bubble but it doesn't really work that way," Juka said apologetically, noticing the goosebumps on Cafas' arms.
Juka felt sick to his stomach. So this woman was exactly like Aura, killing humans just because she could. It didn't matter how much money was involved, killing was wrong. He wished he could run and flee, never to see this woman again but two things held him back. The first was Masochist Man who, because of their shared history against Cthulu, Juka felt obligated to back up. The second was the fact that he had vowed to make something of his life and that involved, in large part, protecting the innocent. Which, unfortunately, meant that he couldn't just run away like a coward. The old Juka might have done that, but not the new Juka. So instead he steeled himself internally and looked around for potential weapons, just in case. He wished he had his anvils with him. Maybe from now one he should bring them, just in case.
The comment about the woman obviously not being able to be held by the police confirmed Juka's horrible suspicion that the murderer was a mutant. This day just kept getting better and better. And to think it had started out with such promise too.
"Keep your wits about you, kid, and keep your eyes on her."
Juka nodded his head almost imperceptibly. One eye remained on the mutant woman and the other scanned around desperately for some sort of weapon. Should he up his bubble or would it be better for him to wait and keep it as a surprise? Surprise, he decided. Better not let the enemy know what he could do especially since he had no idea what she could do and the bubble obeyed his commands with the speed of thought anyway. He spotted a cash register just within range of his tendrils as well as several thick glass mugs. Not ideal and certainly not his anvils, but they would have to do. Now to wait, either for a sign from his masochist friend or for the woman to do something threatening. Juka was uncharacteristically silent, tension streaming through is body.
Juka thought the ability of Koga's skin to change colour was absolutely amazing. "Can you change your skin so it doesn't blend in with things? Like, make it purple or something?" The uses of such an ability could be endless. He imagines himslelf with his darling Venus, matching red. Or, perhaps complimentary purple. Or maybe red with some purple highlights? Oh, the delicious possibilities. Though something told him Koga wasn't quite as fashion obsessed as he was. Then again, few were.
“Aura. Bleh.”
A nod of much agreement. "Bleh does not even begin to describe her. She killed someone then tried to kill someone else then tried to kill me when I tried to stop her from killing someone else. So yes, bleh." Juka couldn't help the disgust that entered his voice, nor did he try. It didn't seem likely that either of these two were friends of Aura and even if they were he didn't particularly care. Aura was a very bad person and needed to be stopped.
"Or we could just hunt down some cookies and bring them back here."
"What a brilliant woman you are," Juka nodded enthusiastically. "Surely somewhere around here someone must have delicous cookies." With another nod of his head, Juka spun around, looking towards the kitchen. "Don't worry, my pretties, I will have cookies for us all shortly. Try not to miss me too much." He grinned and blew them both a kiss before traipsing off to the kitchen in search of congradulatory cookies for all.
Juka hadn't been aware that anyone could possibly find his bubble disturbing. After all, its not like it did much outside of float around and make him warm. But if he was not greatly mistaken, he thought he detected just a hint of discomfort from Alchemist. How very puzzling. All he wanted to do was re-bubble himself (clearly un-bubbling hadn't been his brightest idea in the world) and be warm, but he didn't want to make Alchemist any more uncomfortable, so he stood there shivering. He really wasn't dressed for winter at all.
"I'm doing pretty well, just my hand to go, apparently it was a bad gash. I was lucky though, it didn't strike a vein."
"That's gr-gr-gr-great to h-hear," Juka managed to get out. "D-do you m-mind if I p-put my b-bubble back up?" It was polite to ask, especially if he was inadvertainly making someone uncomfortable. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Oh I'm doing all right," Juka assured Alchemist with a dismissive gesture. "Did you hear? I'm not longer trapped in my bubble!" He couldn't prevent the excited tone that entered into his voice when saying as much. After all, it had only been a week since he had been freed of its confines and as much as he loved it on cold days like this, he also loved being able to be free of it when desired.
"More importantly, my dear, how are you recovering from Christmas Eve? What a horrid creature that was." Juka shuddered. As much as he now had ambitions of heroism, a repeat of Cthulu was not exactly what he had in mind. "But we were impressively victorious in the end, were we not?"
On a whim Juka decided to de-bubble. After all, Alchemist seemed to be enjoying the snow quite well, so perhaps there was something worth enjoying about it? In a moment he floated the final foot to the ground and, almost instantly, regretted the departure of his bubble as he began shivering. He knew there was a reason he traveled in it!
Juka was confused and just a little bit unhappy. Or perhaps frustrated would be a better word than unhappy. Ever since Aura's attack and near killing of him his powers just hadn't been acting right. No, that wasn't quite right, they had started acting funny before Aura had attacked him but her attack had only enhanced the problem. He had thought that after his battle with Cthulu, along with numerous other brave mutants, he had fixed the problem but it was seeming more and more like that wasn't the case. Sure his bubble had begun obeying him again, disappearing and reappearing at will and sure he had figured out that he could use it to reduce his need for sleep and sustenance, but the other weird things hadn't disappeared. No, if anything they had only become more weird and more prominent and he just didn't know what to do about it. Why, just that morning he had been moving a seedling from one place to another when it had started to grow at a profound rate and, while he had watched it in awe, it had then proceeded to wither and die. How was he supposed to deal with that? Could he now make things grow and die at will? That was what Juka had come to the Mansion to find out.
Neither the snow nor the cold were of much concern to Juka, safe and warm as he was within his happy little bubble. People rarely looked up anyway so it wasn't much of a risk floating from his apartment to the Mansion, far above the heads of the land-locked mortals. Once he got to the Mansion, however, he wasn't quite sure what to do. It didn't seem very moral to experiment with his powers on hapless animals and, it being winter, there wasn't much in the way of green living plants to use. Should he just go inside and borrow someone else's plants then? But that didn't seem much more moral than the first option, so he was stuck with a problem. How to test out his new powers and what they could do without infringing upon anyone or anything else.
As Juka floated well above the Mansion, considering his problem, he noticed a familiar face emerge from below him and begin training. The man seemed to know what he was doing, far more than Juka did, that was for certain and for that reason Juka felt just a little bit envious. How would he ever become a proper X Man if he didn't know how to fight? Which he most certainly did not. On a whim, and not having much success figuring out how to test his powers out anyway, he floated down to the man. "Alchemist was it? How wonderful to see you again." Juka bowed, though he kept his bow relatively informal.
Juka let out a cheer of victory as he spotted the man who seemed to like his anvils so very much splatter the reformed mini-Cthulu. It might not have been the big mother Cthulu, but at least it was something and not only that but Juka had had a hand in its defeat. That, and it poved that the Cthulus could be defeated. If the little ones could be destroyed then surely so could the big one. He waited a moment, just to be sure that it wasn't going to reform again and, seeing it remain a puddle of clay goo, let out another victorious cheer.
And then Juka came to the realization, rather abruptly and unpleanstly, that he wasn't out of danger yet, far from it. The mini cthulu that had formed and initialy attacked him was still alive and well and, more importantly, still trying to get at him. Now that it was on the ground, Juka felf fairly confident that he could merely float higher and be out of its range but that seemed the cowards way out and he would be damned if anyone was going to call him a coward. Besides, he had just leared that these bastards could be defeated and if Masochist Man could take out a mini-Cthulu then he'd be damned if he didn't figure out how to do the same.
Instead of flying away from the mini-Chtulu Juka charged it, anvils whirling as fast as they would go. He felt a momentary influx of terror as he looked into the mad mindless eyes of death, before the first of his anvils collided with the clay creature with an audible thud, followed by three more thuds. This time, however, instead of darting away to safety he kept his anvils spinning, repeatedly hitting the monster with them. Each collission compressed a small portion of the clay creature's body until it was little more than a puddle of clay goop on the ground. It didn't stand a chance against his frantic onslaught. There was, unfortunatly, one problem. Despite reducing it to an unrecognizable puddle, that puddle was still moving and still struggling to reform its body and Juka knew that this wasn't something that he could keep up forever.
"Massochist Man," Juka called out frantically, hoping that his voice carried over the din of the battle. "Can you do something about this and make it stay dead?" So intent upon his own little corner of the battle was he that he didn't know who else had managed to do permanent damage to the creatures. He could only pray that the man he had hit with his anvils both knew that he was the one Juka was calling, heard him, and was in a state in which he was able to respond.
It was nights like this that Juka was grateful for his powers, especially since they now seemed to be obeying him once again as they always had in the past. Well, except for the odd flair up every now and then. He still wasn't entirely sure how his powers had changed and what he could not do with them, except for staving off the need for sleep and sustenance. They could do something, that was for sure, but the details as well as all but the most basic control, continued to illude him. But the important thing was that he was no longer trapped in his bubble.
This night, however, Juka was feeling restless and, feeling restless, he decided to go for a trip. For many reasons his bubble made such trips rather easier than trips for almost anyone else he knew. His bubble protected him from the ravages of the outside weather, so he didn't need to worry about getting cold or wet. And recently they sustained him and allowed him to be awake for days at a time with no apparent ill effects, the only properties of his new power that he was actually able to control somewhat. Finally, his bubble moved almost as fast as a car with the added benefit that he didn't need to confine himself to roads, so he could take the most direct route possible. As the birds flew, so to speak.
For hours Juka floated far above the landscape, not really having any particular destination in mind and not really caring. What could hurt him way up here anyway? Finally, on a whim, he returned to the earth, spotting a little bar that looked interesting. It wasn't exactly his usual type of place, but he was feeling like having a drink and what was the point of getting all dressed up (as he almost always did before leaving his apartment) if there was no one to see him? So he landed himself, careful to remain in the shadows lest someone see him and spot his mutant bubble, de-bubbled and walked up to the door, smoothing a crease in his crimson dress.
The first thing Juka saw upon opening the door was blood. So much blood. He gasped and took a step back. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't have come across some murderous mutant fiend so soon after recovering from Aura's attack. He simply couldn't. After a moment he registered a familiar face, the one he had struck so many times with his anvils during the battle with clay Cthulu. He looked skittishly between him and a strange female. "This wasn't your doing was it?" he asked the familiar man. He coudln't quite wrap his head around what had happened and somehow coudln't quite bring himself to believe that he had been responsible. The girl then maybe?
"Why of course I simply must shop with you my dear," Juka told Henri with a broad smile. The smile turned to a pout when Noel also accepted the invitation to shopping. He wasn't normally the type to make rush judgments about a person, especially not negative judgments, but in this case he was willing to make an exception. If she had only given him a chance surely she could have seen that he was a good person, but she hadn't and so he felt justified in disliking her. Besides, she reminded him uncomfortably of his father and that was definately not a positive reminder.
Juka returned Noel's glare of dislike with one of his own. Clearly Henri wasn't the only person that this spiteful little individual was jealous off. Not that Juka would ever blame someone for being jealous of him, but if she had asked he would have been more than happy to share whatever wisdom he could in order to help make her more fabulous and more beautiful. It would be a lost cause to match him in his perfection, of course, but no one could ever accuse him of not trying.
"Where to first?" Juka asked Henri, intentionally turning his head so as to disclude Noel from the question.
"You are no bother at all," Juka assured Henri graciously. "How could you be?" He smiled warmly at her. He wasn't really flirting (at least not much) but he couldn't help the way he acted. For better or worse, Juka was Juka and when it came to beautiful girls or guys he couldn't help but be over the top and complimentary of them. Really, more people should learn to appreciate those around them.
Spotting the little bit of redness of Henri's cheeks, Juka smiled at her. "I see you aren't used to people stating what is so clearly evident to myself. Dearheart, there is no reason to be embarrased. I merely point out the truth."
"Personally I think you're a potential predator and a whackadoodle, but I'm not this girl's mother. I can't tell her not to go alone with you."
Now that was certainly a first. Juka had never been accused of either being a potential predator or a whackadoodle before, though he had been accused of some fairly colourful things. Juka blinked, feeling somewhat dumbfounded, and then burst into amused laughter. "Potential predator?" More laughter. "Whatckadoodle?" He could barely get the word out through his peals of amusement. "Apparently you can't taste lies as well as you think you can." With a monumental effort he reined his laughter in but couldn't help the grin plastered across his face. And people called him weird. He wasn't the one that came up with such bizarre and entertaining fiction.
The giddy exaltation of no longer being trapped in his bubble eventually faded to a great sense of contentment and happiness. Yes, life was now once again as it should be. Even if Ninja Koga did sound a little bit confused and even if he had accidentally spilled the drink of the beautiful Maya who was most certainly not Aura.
"Oops," Juka uttered apologetically. He addressed the both of them. "Ever since Aura attacked me my power hasn't been obeying my commands. It wouldn't disappear no matter how much I wanted it to. And now its gone." Once again he grinned.
Juka decided not to mention the fact that his power acting up had probably saved his life. Indeed, without his bubble he would have bled to death in the time it took to get from that dark alley to the Mansion where healing was available. Of course, its continued existence after that point made healing far more unpleasant and long than it needed to be given that neither Doc Prof nor any of the other healers or medical professionals at the Mansion could touch him in order to help him. Positives and negatives both, he supposed.
"I most certainly think that celebrations are now in order, for my freedom and for the heroic defeat of the monster Cthulu!" Juka made a dramatic gesture then winced as one of his many bruises was tweaked. "Er, perhaps a toned down celebration that involves much relaxing and delicious cookies." Yes, cookies seemed like an excellent plan indeed. Now if only he could cause some to teleport magically over to him...
Juka beamed at Henri, happy to have made a good first impression. Now all he had to do was convince her that he simply most be her most loyal companion in shopping and he would be set. "A pleasure to meet you my darling Henri. I am Juka Miami and I would be honoured if you would accept me as your knight in shining armour to protect you from the many perils of this city and ensure success in whatever you have come to this city for." He knew he didn't exactly look like a knight and didn't have much experience in being a knight, but he was learning and she had seen him battle Cthulu, after all.
"Oh I'm not knocking the kid's looks. But I am a bit worried for her safety."
Juka thought he detected scorn in the other woman's voice and that scorn was directed at him. Well, he knew exactly how to deal with such a thing. He simply coudln't be the fabulous socialite that he was and not have some defense against those jealous of his beauty and talent as this woman so clearly was.
"You clearly cannot see past the angelic beauty of this woman to the tough and heroic core underneath. She doesn't need you protecting her and I am most certainly not bothering her." Scorn met and surpassed a hundred fold. "Personally I think your jealous of her." Score: Juka 1, rude stranger 0.
