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.
I would be up for a Ruby defending Juka thread. Juka could get himself into all sorts of trouble in all sorts of ways hehe. For the time being, however, he wouldn't be venturing anywhere near the Mansion so it'd have to take place somewhere else. Almost anywhere else in the city is fair game, however.
Where will Ruby be staying upon her return? Conflict thread we could do, although Juka's pretty defenseless when it comes to a fight. He pretty much just flees, if it comes down to it. Or fights with his words. Although he is better at other types of action threads and potential conflicts, just not combat specifically.
Not especially, nope. At the moment I've got Juka headed to Sanctuary to stay there for a while until he can figure out how to actually rent or buy a place as a 14 year old. Beyond that, Juka loves everyone and I'm sure would especially love a cute little fox mutant. So in other words, did you have anything in mind?
Home. It was such an interesting thought. What made a place home over any other place? Was it just the place you happened to live for a defined period of time or was it something more than that? Something more, Juka was sure of it, although he didn't quite know what that something more was. What he did know, was that no other place was home except for New York City. Not Japan, not Seattle, not California and not Mutant Parradise Island. No other place except New York had quite the right feeling; the feeling that said: this is home.
As Juka floated back into the city that he had been away from for far far too long, his breath was momentarily taken from him at the sight of all the lights. Had it really been close to two years since he last stepped foot in the place? Had so much really changed? The answer, of course, was yes. Yet, even the life of luxury he had lived since leaving, followed by the horrible time as a prisoner and followed after that by his stay on the mutant Paradise Island, even after all that it hardly seemed like he had left at all. Or perhaps it seemed like he had left a lifetime a go. Somehow, both things were true.
As Juka zoomed above the many buildings, far too many buildings to count, he contemplated his past and future. The last time he had been here, he had been on the cusp of adulthood at the age of 19. Now, however, he was a young teenager, no older than 14, and not even sure if he would be recognized by those he had once known and called friends. In truth, he wasn't yet ready to be recognized. Too much had happened that he was still coming to terms with, too much that he wasn't ready to talk about and was barely even ready to admit to. He wasn't the same person who had left, and his age and body were only the start of it.
With a speed that could normally never be naturally matched by humans, Juka swiftly floated closer to Sanctuary. It was ironic, when he really thought about it, that he was more wealthy than he had ever been in his life, but he had no place to live. Not only ironic, but it was darkly hilarious that he might just be the most wealthy homeless boy in the city, or possibly even the country. Yet, who would accept a 14 year old boy as a renter of an apartment or a buyer of a house? No one, that was who. It wasn't that he needed to live anywhere, not technically; he didn't require sleep, food or water and he had enough money to buy the most elaborate clothing he could think of every single day, if he really wanted to. In fact, even though he didn't have a place to live, he currently wore a dark crimson dress with white highlights because, what was the point of being rich if not to buy clothes with the money? Even if he did have to donate them just as soon as they became too dirty to continue wearing. There was just something about having a place of his own that no mutant power could ever replicate.
There were two places in the city that took mutants in, unless things had changed: The Mansion and Sanctuary. People he knew were in The Mansion and Juka wasn't yet ready to face them, which left only Sanctuary. Which might also have people he knew, but they were people less inclined to ask questions and there were fewer of them. He wasn't certain he could call anyone in Sanctuary a friend, not then and certainly not now after he had been gone for so long, but he didn't think they'd turn him away. And if they did? Well, it wasn't like he needed a place to call his own anyway, right?
It was when Juka was a mere few blocks from coming into view of Sanctuary that he spotted her: a most amazing lizard girl who appeared to have both fantastically bright skin and a tail as well. She was just the distraction he needed and, even better, he didn't recognize her at all which meant she wouldn't recognize him. This close to Sanctuary, there was a pretty good chance that's where she lived.
Not bothering with stealth, Juka landed his bubble a few feet in front of her and offered her an elaborate bow. "My, you are wondrous my dear. I saw you from the sky and simply couldn't resist coming down to earth to speak to you, my fantastic creature." He offered his best dazzling smile.
Well, if had just sort of happened, who was Juka to say otherwise? he was still mightely confused about how something like that could 'just sort of happen' but he was willing to take Andrea at her word. Confusing and baffling though that word may be. "I'm sure you will my dear," Juka offered her an encouraging smile.
"Why don't we start on the top floor and work our way down?" Juka suggested. It didn't really make too much difference to him as long as they had an opportunity to see everything. He wasn't normally the museum type, but since they were here he intended to make the absolute most of the experience. Because what was the point, otherwise?
"Technically I don't live at the Mansion," Juka explained, "but I'm there often enough that I may as well. I have an appartment near central park but I spend almost as much time at the Mansion as I do in my appartment. How about you?" He couldn't remember seeing her around but between his odd schedule and the shere number of mutants that lived there, that wasn't really saying much.
Juka was surprised at just how much he discovered himself enjoying the museum. Although he wasn't much for the actual history behind it, the art through the ages was fascinating and often beautiful. He made mental notes to himself regarding any ideas he might be able to 'borrow' for his own uses. "Downstairs sounds great," he agreed with some enthusiasm.
"A pleasure meeting you both," Juka replied with a curtsy to the both of them, first one and then the other. "I will be seeing you at the Mansion, my dear Kyle, and I'm certain we can come up with some way to stave off the eternal boredom." He never thought he'd be quite so happy at the prospect of finding someone to spend his nights with.
"And I can most certainly give you my number, Andrew," Juka agreed, scribbling his number down on a piece of paper and handing it over. "If you ever decide you want a team up, I'm certain we can come up with something." Working with Koga had been fun, so why not working with others? "Just as long as you don't like to kill people." The last was more of an after thought, as he remembered how Abyss dealt with the bad guys. Killing was completely out for Juka.
Juka walked up to the front and paid for the three of them, agreeing to let Andrew cover the tip. Money simply wasn't a concern for him, his parents gave him all he needed, after all. Once paid he waved at the other two and, numbers exchanged and good byes said, prepared to float off into the night and retrieve his anvils before heading back to his apartment.
Juka blinked at Saph when he asked if he'd peed. "Um, no my bubble kind of took care of that little problem." Well, maybe he didn't really have much of a reason to be confused. Just because he knew that his bubble could deal with eliminating all need for such bodily functions, didn't mean that anyone else had any reason to realize that. Time control of eliminating the need to pee. Just one of the many uses of living in a bubble. Or hopefully not actually living in a bubble. Gods he hoped he didn't have to suddenly live in it. Doing so once had been bad enough.
"Well I guess I'm glad I'm not the only one whose powers have ever started going crazy," Juka replied to Sam. Actually it was a bit of a relief to hear as much. Not only did it make him feel not quite so alone and confused, but, and he knew the thought was random, it also might explain Andrea's wiggly hair. He thought he and his disobedient bubble had caused that, but maybe it was just a part of her own powers evolving? Not that he had any idea what wiggly hair had to do with having bluish skin, but maybe things like that didn't have to make sense.
While contemplating Andrea's wiggly haired problems, Juka almost didn't notice when his bubble suddenly vanished. A moment of thought occurred before his mind returned to reality. He looked around a moment in confusion, before bursting into an ecstatic grin. "Hey, its gone!" He ran up to Saph, attempting to hug him and then, whether or not the other man actually allowed the hug, ran up to Sam in an attempt to do the same. "You two are amazing. Somehow you magically made my bubble disappear and I will no longer be relegated to a life of lonely floating!"
Juka saw the look of confusion on Andrew's face and realized he probably hadn't explained his power very well at all. While he viewed it as a type of time control, he also knew that wasn't precisely accurate, he just wasn't really sure how else to label it. "Its not exactly like time control." He struggled for words of explanation. "I can't go back or forward in time or anything. But I can effect the cycles of things in my bubbles." Ya, that sounded about right. Cycles. "Like, make someone not hungry anymore, or not tired or make someone's hair grow faster. I even made a flower grow once." That had been fun. He tried to gauge the expressions of the other two to figure out if he was making any sense at all.
Juka noticed Kyle nodding in agreement at his passion filled words and nodded in satisfaction. Even if it wasn't his goal to get others to follow his path, it was satisfying to see that someone was at least considering it. "If you ever want to go on patrol, you just have to ask."
Seeing everyone finishing their meals, Juka realized it was probably about time to start heading back to his apartment. After all, he had hungry kitties to feed. "I insist on paying for the both of you, you simply don't have a say in the matter." If either of them decided to challenge him on that point, they'd find out just how stubborn he could be.
"So, what is it that you do exactly, what do your floating bubbles do?"
Now that was an interesting and complicated question. Not that it had always been complicated, but it certainly was now. "Its kind of a floating bubble of time control." Ok, so maybe when put like that it wasn't all that complicated after all. Time control did pretty much sum up what his bubble did, after well. Well, mostly anyway.
"Does anyone want anything else?"
"I'm good darling, you've been lovely," Juka assured their waiter. His sampling of all the goods had been most satisfying indeed and he vowed to have pancakes more often in the future.
"So, Juka, why'd you decide to do the superhero thing?"
"Because people need my help," Juka answered in a serious tone. This was something he had thought about a great deal and was one of the few things in life that he took as a truly important responsibility. "I've been given a gift and it wouldn't be right to waste that gift. My performing is one way to help people and my nightly patrols is the other."
It was interesting to consider the possibility of having mutant family members. Weren't mutant powers supposed to run in families? So how did he end up with them then, since as far as he knew, none of his family were mutants. "Maybe a cousin or something might be a mutant. I'll have to check." He still had contact, although not that much, with a few of his cousins.
"Its kind of visual goth rock and we have our next show in a couple weeks. Hopefully we'll be going on tour nationally soon." Now that was something that had been hard to work out, but they were finally in the last stages of negotiation.
Juka didn't eat his pancakes half as quickly as Andrew devoured his own, but obviously enjoyment could be seen. He didn't really suffer from hunger much any more so a sampling of everything was perfect. Besides, if he still wanted more once he was full, he could always just bubble, tinker with his hunger time control, and come back and finish his meal.
Juka sensed a story from Kyle, although the guy didn't really seem to want to talk about it. In fact, now that he really thought about it, his own power manifestation story had been rather boring. There was nothing exceptional or traumatizing about it, unless you counted the fact that he was super depressed and moping at the time. It was his flamboyant cross dressing ways that caused his home problems, not the fact that he was a mutant. His parents hadn't even known that at the time they kicked him out and for all he knew still didn't know.
"Oh, I'm a musician," Juka answered, completely switching the momentum of his thoughts into a completely different direction. He dug into his pocket and pulled out one of his ever present cards advertising his band and handed one to Kyle and one to Andrew. "Light in Darkness. We're an all mutant band, kind of similar to The Cure but with more of an edge." His band was one thing he could talk at length about.
When the food arrived Juka took a moment to taste it, immensely pleased with the results. Pancakes, he decided, had to be right up there with ice cream and cheese cake on the scale of ultimate goodness. "One brother," he answered, once content with his taste test. "As far as I know he's not a mutant though. Then again, we haven't really talked in over a year."
