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.
For a long minute there was no one else for Juka but his beautiful Prince Venus. His tender words melted Juka's heart and for the first time he thought that maybe he should have left his number after all instead of just disappearing in the early hours of the morning. Venus was just so different than all of the other girls and guys that Juka had been with; they were but pale imitations of his glowing angelic Venus. He snuggled close to the great red chest and wrapped his arms around his neck, not caring whether or not anyone else was staring and in fact completely oblivious to the rest of the world. "Then we must certainly take it as a challenge to surpass perfection, now mustn't we, my precious prince?" He winked provocatively.
Unfortunately and as much as Juka would have preferred otherwise, the rest of the world began to intrude upon his perceptions and he became aware, once again, that there were other people around aside from him and his prince. Well, there would be time enough to be alone with his Venus later, for now he would mingle. "So my royal darling, are you going to introduce me to these handsome brothers of yours?" Since they were identical to Venus it seemed logical that they must be his brothers, or at least in some way related.
Not only were there many large red mutants, Juka noticed, but also a familiar and an unfamiliar face among the gathering as well. The drug addled groupie for one. "Are you feeling better my dear?" he asked in all sympathy. What a sad sad story. "Have you managed to kick the habit and get yourself clean?"
"And who would your friend be?" Juka hoped he wasn't involved in drugs like the girl. The last thing he needed to deal with was too drug addicts in one night. He had come her to mingle and dance and get his mind off of his problems, not deal with the issues of others. Especially not issues like that. Although the stranger didn't appear to be mentally unstable, that didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't.
"Why of course I'm not from New York, why ever would you think otherwise?" Juka asked with a self indulgent smile. He really had found himself an odd one, he decided, though clearly she had a sense of humour and he could get behind a good sense of humour. Only, sense of humour or not, it was such a bizarre sense that he couldn't quite deciede if he liked it or not. First animitronic paperclip pets and now this most obvious of questions. And, if he was not entirely mistaken, he thought he detected a hint of a self righeous attitude in her too which was certainly not at all appealing. But her power did involve pets and, even if paperclip octopi were a far cry crom kitties, that fact still held solidly in her favour.
"Oh, Rex is his name!" Juka grinned happily and, upon the paperclip critter skittering off of his bubble, dismissed the bubble and landed, once more, gently upon the ground. "What a pretty little...octosaurus." Pretty didn't quite seem like the right word to him but what word did one use to descripe an octosaurus made of paperclips? It seemed as good a word as any he could come up with at just that moment.
"Oh yes, much better," Juka agreed whole heartedly. "Except one tiny little problem. I came down here to get ice cream but when I discovered screaming and animated paperclip monsters I got sadly distracted." Unfortunately a common occurance as he would admit to anyone who bothered to ask him. "As such I still have no ice cream." Which was a tragedy in his mind and he pouted approriately.
The paperclip octopus was, Juka decided, a most curious beast. Clearly it did not like bubbles and, upon breaking out of said bubble (a most impressive feat for a pile of paperclips to do, in his esteemed opinion) it became equally apparent that the creatue did not like tendrils either. Even the voracity in which it attacked was rather impressive.
“I’m a product reviewer. That’s Sony’s latest attempt at an animatronic pet. It rather fails the cuddly test, don’t you think?”
Juka grinned, immediately taking her at her word. Why, after all, would she lie to him? "Then surely you can get me one of my very own since we are now such good friends, darling?" It didn't occur to him that you couldn't become good friends after only knowing someone for a couple of minutes. Nor did it occur to him that it might be inappropriate to even ask if he could have his own animatronic pet. It did, however, occur to him, a moment after the words were out of his mouth, that something didn't quite add up. Even an animitronic pet couldn't be made out of paperclips, no matter how advanced, could it? No, that didn't make sense at all.
Realizing his error and the fact that the woman was clearly pulling his leg, Juka giggled. "Oh, my dearest, you had me there for a minute. What a darling little creature he is though." By this point the paperclip octopus had skittered to the top of his bubble and was, apparently, trying to destroy it, though he didn't appear to be having much luck. "But do you think, lovely paperclip girl, that you could remove your charming pet so that I might dismiss my bubble? People appear to be staring."
Juka bowed low and elegently. "It is my absolute pleasure to meet you Maxine. I am Juka Miami."
Carefully and ever so quietly, tendril approached paperclips. And paperclips, unfortunately, did not remain oblivious to said tendrils approach and turned, rather violently, on said trendril. Much to Juka's absolute amusement. He had never seen an animated paperclip octopus attack a tendril before. For that matter he had never seen anything attack his tendrils before. Nor had he ever seen an animated paperclip octopus. But, despite all intents of seemingly destroying his tendril, said paperclip octopus was nevertheless successfully bubbled. And it looked very unhappy for it.
In curiosity, and still ignoring the woman the paperclip creature seemed to belong to, Juka moved the bubble closer to his face in order to get a better look. Stunning, absolutely stunning. And very very angry. Finally he looked at the woman who, it seemed, had been speaking to him.
"I don't really think he wants to be kept," Juka stated matter of factly, looking from the paperclips to the woman and back again. "He looks rather unhappy being in a bubble." Perhaps not surprising; he'd probably be unhappy being in a bubble also. Or at least, being in someone elses bubble. He was quite happy to stand there floating in his very own bubble. "I can only assume that your a mutant?" He hoped she was a mutant, otherwise things just got a lot more confusing and they were all ready confusing enough.
People around the two of them were starting to mutter uncomfortably. Or perhaps it was just that Juka was starting to notice the muttering that had been going on all along. Belatedly he remembered that there was a reason he didn't tend to bubble in public. It made people nervous.
Juka didn't appreciate the judgemental look that Carrick gave him. No, he didn't appreciate it at all. Was it his fault that he had no idea how to help a gryphon who had swalled a silver ball? He just didn't know what it was he was supposed to do so he decided not to do anything at all. After all, getting in the way probably would have done more harm than good right? Its not that he hadn't wanted to help the poor gryphon, he just didn't think that he could. Juka gave Carrick a hurt look. Life just wasn't fair sometimes.
Juka only had a minute to wallow in his own self pitty before something bizarre starting happening to Carrick. He looked on in fascinated horror as the gryphyn angel appeared to be in some amount of pain and his paw began to bubble and become unstable. He gasped in sympathetic horror and went to hide behind Jewel, uncertain what was going on and hoping that it wasn't somehow his fault. After all, his powers had started acting funny recently, what if he had somehow inadvertaintly hurt poor Carrick?
"I'm sorry Carrick," Juka said forlornly, suddenly convinced that somehow this was all his fault. "I wish I could help you." Then Jewel suggested that perhaps he was changing back and hope blossomed in his chest. Could that really be possible? Could it not be his fault after all? "Um...Is there anything I can do to help?"
Juka had come to Central Park, anvils whirling around him in a sort of defensive dance, beause he had been curious. Plain and simple, curuiosity had once again attacked him. Its claws had torn open his fragile skin, its teeth had sucnk into his neck and its fists had hit him over the head repeatedly until he could do nothing but obey its beck and call. Yes, it had been curiosity that had driven him to follow the Mansion kids out of the Mansion and into Central Park. And, unfortunately for him, he was beginning to get the impression that he would have been far better off not listening to the seducing call of Lady Curiosity. Because there was a giant Cthulu right there in the middle of the park. And to think he could be back at the Mansion, safely nestled in his floating bubble, continueing to play with his anvils.
Unfortunately for Juka, even with curiosity satisfied, he had another and equally dangerous assailant and that assailant was responsibility. And responsibility threatened to hurt him in ways that even curiosity wasn't able to, in fact responsibility threatened to castrate him if he didn't abide by its wishes. And its wishes were, of course, that he must help the Mansion kids deal with Cthulu and in the process save all the unwitting humans that may be at risk. Damn responsibility anyway.
As a tree went flying in the direction of several of the combatants Juka had the fleeting thought that at least the monster hadn't noticed him yet. But then he found himself (damn curisity and damn responsibility and damn his own stupidity for listening to either of them) floating swiftly towards the hideas creature. Not only was he floating towards it, but he was reading one of his anvils for an attack of epic proportions. Or he hoped his attack would be epic anyway because if not he had a feeling things weren't going to go well for him. And that did not bode well for poor Juka.
Just as Juka was getting into range to attack the monster, a tree came flying at it, crashing into its face. It was probably the best opportunity he would get to attack and still have a chance of surviving, now while the creature was distracted. With only the merest thought, he floated his bubble behind the creature's head and, with all the force he could muster, sent an anvil crashing into its head, causing a sizable dent to form. Just as he was about to celebrate his grand victory, much to his horror, the dent began to reform into the perefect, unmarked, clay head that it had been only moments before. And, in his moment of horrified distraction, he failed mot float his bubble out of the range of the things tentacles and only barely managed to move an anvil to intercept one as it struck out at him. The tenticle struck the anvil and sent Juka, bubble and all, careening backwards, finally regaining control of himself just above a familiar face. "Oh, hello Cafas. I didn't expect to see you here."
Juka was despondent. He had been rejected, not once, but twice, at this, Ghosty's most beauitiful of weddings and he just wasn't used to all that rejection. Was he perhaps losing his touch? Unthinkable! People were supposed to adore him because of who he was. Weren't they? But both Shawn and the beautiful red dressed goddess had snubbed him. And here he was, alone at a wedding, in which everyone else was having the grandest of times. All without him.
Juka was preparing to go find a quiet corner to sit in and mope, one in which no one could reject him or make him feel bad, when he heard a familair voice calling him back. His ears perked up and he had to forcibly prevent himself from getting his hopes up. That would never do. She had rejected him once, after all, nothing to prevent her from rejecting him again. But, if she wasn't about to take him back, maybe she had someone else in mind for him? Yes, that must be it.
"You called me, my goddess?" Turning around he caught sight of a man near her who, based on his and her body language, was probably with her. Well, that would explain why he had been rejected then. It plainly had nothing to do with the fact that he was losing his charms and everything to do with the fact that she was all ready with someone and most people were just not that forward thinking as to share witha third party. Unfortunate but completely understandable. His fragile self image was happily repaired.
Juka bowed in the direction of the man with the red dressed goddess, though not with quite the same level of obesience has he had the first time. "I see my goddess is not mine at all but, perhaps, your goddess? You are ever so fortunate to have her, good sir, and I hope you realize that."
Juka felt just the tiniest bad at his almost laughing at his feathered friend who seemed, now that he really payed attention, to be in some distress. Well, perhaps that wasn't surprising. Juka would probably be in some distriess too if he swallowed a shiny silver ball and a handfull, or was that beakful, of dirt.
Juka wanted to help Carrick, he really did, but what could a bubbler do to help with the problem of an ingested ball? Not much as far as he could concieve. Its not like he could reach inside the gryphon and bubble the ball out and even if he could that seemed like a bad idea for so many reasons, not the least of which as that he would probably end up damaging Carrick in the process which seemed rather counter-productive.
But it seemed that his angel gryphon, with the help of his sweet and innocent Jewel, had things all undercontrol as Carrick began attempting to regurgitate the ball. Not that throwing up seemed all that Angelic to Juka. Perhaps he would have to reevalute the boy's angelic properties after this. In the meantime he reformed a protective bubble around himself (just in case of splatter of course) and moved a feet away. One could never be too careful.
Juka had spent weeks trying to dispell his bubble and begin living a normal life again. Weeks trying to sleep, days trying to heal the wound on his chest. Unfortunately none of it had worked, or at least none of it had worked beyond the healing part and that had only worked so well as any gaping wound in one's chest would be expected to work. It had been weeks since he had been injured, weeks since he had last slept at all, weeks since he had eaten anything, and weeks since he could live a life without pain. The pain had, thankfully, slowly dissapated as his wound slowly healed but it had yet to disappear entirely.
There were many difficulties involved with living in a bubble, primary among them was the difficulty in going outside. It seemed that people stared at boys in bubbles, and not the normal adulating stare that Juka was used to either, but more of a 'what the hell is that freak' kind of stare. So he had taken to only leaving Mansion grounds late at night. Then there was the problem of actually picking stuff up, although that was only a partial problem since he could send up tendrils to pick stuff up and those tendrils could transport said stuff into his main bubble as needed. Still, it was most inconvenient. The biggest problem, however, lay not entirely in the bubble itself but in the fact that the bubble was, apparently, not allowing him to sleep. And not being able to leave the Mansion combined with the fact that he could no longer sleep meant that he was perpetually bored. And that was a very real problem.
And for once Juka took the practical approach to dealing with his boredom, at least in part. The solution, of coure, was anvils. As seemed obvious to anyone who was Juka, though perhaps not obvious for anyone who was not. Yes, anvils indeed. His fight with Aura had taught him a thing or two, mainly that heavy, large objects were good at hitting things and he would rather said objects take the brunt of the abuse directed at him rather than have them strike him himself. And, of course, anvils were the heaviest thing he could think of that he could actually bubble. And so, he had spent a night going from blacksmith to blacksmith until he had 4 shiny new anvils with which to practice with and with which to defend himself with. And then proceeded to spend too many hours to count floating in the sky and making his anvils dance around him.
It was on a cold new years eve night night in which Juka found himself playing with his anvils yet again that he heard a commotion and, in ones and twos, the children from the Mansion began leaving in all haste. Curios and bored and desperately wanting something to do, Juka followed. A floating boy in a purple dress followed in a bubble surrounded by 4 spinning anvils. Whatever the problem he was going to find it and if it was something that needed killing he was going to kill it. Never mind that he had never killed anything in his life. That wasn't the point.
Juka's continued staring of the scene before him proved to be most illuminating. Or at least, it would have proven illuminating had it made the least bit of sense at all. Apparently the metallic fiend proved to be a paperclip, or rather a bunch of paperclips. A horde of paperclips that looked distinctly like an octopus. But paperclips didn't magically animate themselves and then transform into octopi did they? Not in any world that Juka had ever been in they didn't and that included his own little world that he sometimes got stuck in.
But as Juka continued to stare, it became more and more apparant that said metallic octopus was not a delusion at all, or if it was it was a rather long lasting and bizarre delusion. Then again, weren't most delusions bizarre? But there was the problem that other people appeared to be seeing the paperclip critter as well and as far as Juka knew delusions didn't normally exist outside of one's own mind. He was, therefore, forced to conclude that somehow this bizarre creature actually existed. And having come to that conclusion, he knew that he simply must follow it to its source.
Decision made, Juka began walking, quietly and unassuming as possible (which was not very given that he was a stunningly gorgeous man in a dress who didn't even know the meaning of the word unassuming) he followed the impossibly animated creature. Which ended on the shoe of a girl. Juka met her eyes and smiled. He then proceeded, in all casualness and not caring that he was in the middle of a busy street, to bubble himself and, a moment later, to send out a tendril towards the paperclip octopus. He simply had to capture it in a bubble so that he could study it closer. There really was no other option. Tendril approached paperclips as a man in a dress floated in a bubble.
Juka closed his eyes tightly, trying to block in a vain effort to both block out the pain and ignore everything that was going on around him. He heard conversation going on around him, the now familiar voices of the paramedics talking to an all together unfamiliar voice, presumedly that of the Mansion healer or doctor or whatever he happened to be. The voices got more distant for a few minutes, presumedly because the medical professionals had moved out of hearing distance to discuss him privately. A few minutes later the unfamiliar voice returned.
The unfamiliar voice began talking to Juka and it took him a minute to tear his mind away from the horror in his chest to make out the words. He was, apparently, being asked to remove the bubble. He was being explained that nothing could be done for him unless he did so. "Can't" Juka said weakly, despairingly. He kept his eyes tightly closed. Eventually the voice stopped speaking but he could hear sounds of someone moving around. He felt pressure on his bubble, as if someone was trying to test its bounds and how it functioned. And then, finally, he was left alone in silence.
The silence was the worst part, that and the feeling of alonness. As much as Juka had wanted the doctor to leave him be, suddenly now that he was gone Juka couldn't take it. He couldn't take being alone with his thoughts and nightmares and pain. He needed comfort, not that he could trust anyone who offered it, not anymore. And then, as if his prayers had been answered, not that god, if he even existed, gave any sort of care about him anyway, Shana appeared and although he didn't know her well, he took comfort in her presence. At least he was no longer alone. And then another woman appeared almost immediately afterwards, someone he had seen around the Mansion, quite difficult to miss given that she was spotted, but hadn't had the opportunity to meet.
"I'm not sure that I'm happy to still be alive," Juka answer, despairingly. He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest. "Not only do I almost get killed by my power betrays me. The only thing I ever held truly dear and it betrays me when I need it most.
"I was attacked by someone I thought was a friend, she helped me find my kitties. Her name is Aura and she's a murderer. I tried to stop her but..." He cut himself off abruptly. "I wish we could have met in better circumstances Kasumi. I'm not normally like this."
(OOC: Abyss, if you figure Juka wouldn't be able to pick Venus out of the crowd of clones let me know and I'll edit appropriately.)
Juka sat at the bar sipping his drink waiting for someone to approach him. Because someone would approach him, it was only a matter of time and likely not very much time at that. He was Juka Miami, after all, and he knew that he was every bit as fabulous as anyone could be. He was clearly the most stunning person there, male or female, and it wouldn't take long for others to realize what was so plainly self evident.
It was at that moment that Juka spoted him, or rather tham. How he had initially missed the giant red man was beyond him but he was rather unmistakable and the moment he saw his beautiful Prince Venus, Juka's heart was a flutter. He remembered so very fondly their one night together in which he had been treated like a royal princess. Oh how he had dreamed of seeing his Venus again and now his greatest wish had come true. Venus, the beautiful darling man, had come back for him.
Just as Juka was about to run up and embrace his Venus, he spotted another giant red man. In fact, he spotted 5 other giant red men. He blinked confusedly, wondering if Venus had somehow multiplied. Well, there could certainly be advantages to that. 6 times the pampering, attention and adolation? Who wouldn't want an experience like that? But then he began to realize that if Venus had been cloned 5 times, the other clones didn't really act much like him. Shrugging, Juka decided that he really didn't care anyway and ran up to Venus, surprisingly graceful in his stilletto heels, attempting to jump into his big red arms. "My wonderful Prince Venus. You've returned to me at last!" He looked adoringly up at him.
