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.
Juka was inordinantly pleased with himself that he could keep up with such a fantastic creature as his angel griffon. It was more than a little gratifying to know that he was the equal of such a stunning creature as it surely was. But then, he was Juka Miami and did that not mean that he was every bit as stunning as the angel bird beside him? Why, of course it did! There was no denying it. It was fact, pure and simple and entirely undisputable.
Juka dropped the dirty little rock he had bubbled and went to turn around and make another pass at the much more shiny and appealing silver ball that his Jewely had so generously provided them to play with. Unfortunately in so doing Carrick, in all his feathered glory, passed him and, horror of all horrors, got the ball before he had a chance to make another attempt. How could that be when clearly Juka himself must surely be the most amazing?
Then Juka saw the gryphon land, if land it could truly be called, most ungracefully upon the ground and, this was the truly hilarious part as far as he was conerned, swallow the shining silver ball. He tried to restrain his laughter and was mostly successful ans he floated down to the ground, in perfect grace and majesty, and silently dismissed his bubble. Carefully composing himself but not quite able to restrain his gleeful smile he asked the wonderful creature,"are you ok?" The bird might have one, but he had the final laugh and that was what mattered most in life.
"Thank you for the wonderful game, Jewel my sweetness," he said turning to his oldest dearest friend. "I shall surely have to make it up to you."
Today Juka was happy. There was no particular reason why he was happy, he just was. And really, did one need a reason to be happy? Couldn't one just be happy for the sake of happiness? If he really stopped to think about it, however, he might have made mention to the fact that, for the first time in a week, he had actually slept. Not that he had been feeling overly tired for all that not having slept for the past week, but he just hadn't. It was the weirdest and most inexplicible thing that suddenly he appeared to need far less sleep than he normally did but, and much to his everlasting joy, last night he had slept. And for an entire gloriously full 8 hours. So yes. Today Juka was happy.
To celebrate his newfound happiness and refound sleep, Juka decided that he simply must go to Central park, the most beautiful place in the entire city, and he simply must have himself some ice cream. It might have surprised some people to know that Juka enjoyed sweets, given the fact that he was nothing short of physical perfection and almost godlike beauty, but it was, in fact, one of his (very few in his opinion at least) vices. And so, humming under his breath, Juka made his way to Central Park where he knew of the most amazing ice cream vendor ever. Today was certain to be a very good day, as all days that start with ice cream must surely be.
Unfortunately upon arrival to Central Park and after paying his taxi driver most generously (no one would ever say Juka Miami was cheap) it appeared that his dreams of ice cream must be forgotten. Because for some reason the hot dog vendor, who happen to be located right near his ever so valued ice cream vendor, was screaming. And being attacked by something metallic. Or so Juka thought. He blinked confusedly. What exactly was going on again? All he wanted was some ice cream.
Juka was wheeled down The familiar Mansion hallways upon his gurney by 2 medical professionals. Or at least the Mansion hallways should have been familiar, but instead of seeing the comforting tile floors and myriad of mutant boys and girls, all he saw were threats, threats all around him. He had thought Aura was his friend, thought she was a good person who had helped him find his precious kitties and she had betrayed him and tried to kill him, so why not all the children as well? Why not?
The trip the infirmary passed in a blur. Once again Juka tried to dismiss his bubble and once again it defied him. So not only was the world filled with evil and betrayal but even his precious bubble that had never done him wrong before, even that seemed to hate him. All he wanted was to pass into unconsciousness, to not have to feel the horrible pain flowing through his chest, pain from a wound Aura had dealt him, and to escape from the knowledge of the darkness in the world, the darkness in the hearts and minds of humans and mutants alike. But he couldn't. Perhaps he would never again be able to do so. Perhaps he would never again be able to live like a normal person. And even if his bubble did start obeying him again, he could never live as he had in the past again, could he? Knowing what he now did?
Juka lifted his head as far as the straps on the gurney would allow him to do so in order to get a better look at the wound he had taken. Odd that he hadn't yet seen what had happened to him, only felt it. Perhaps he dreaded to see it. The wound was horrible, a gaping hole in his chest, just below his right shoulder. There should have been blood and a lot of it, yet somehow there wasn't a drop of it. Somehow he was preserved in his current state, barely alive and filled with an agony of pain and yet not able to die, not able to bleed. He wished he could die. He wished it would end.
Juka heard everything that Aura said to him and everything that she said over the phone but it was in a distant hazy sort of way, as if he were floating not only in a bubble but also in a distant fog. He didn't understand how she could be so callous and so murderous and yet implore him to live. He didn't understand how she it was possible for her to hate him so much that she had tried to kill him and yet she was calling for help so that he might continue to exist. There were so many things he didn't understand anymore, so many things that he had always taken for granted that simply weren't true any longer. His life had changed. He was no longer the innocent child he had always been; his haze of pain and the unique state of barely being conscious lent him that weird sort of clarity that one could never achieve while in their normal state of mind. And he had been a great naive child, spoiled and self righteos with a sense of entitlement and a far too trusting and gullible mind. Well, no longer. He would never again trust, never again feel joy in the world because he knew now that it wasn't the happy shining place he had always believed it to be, but rather a place filled with pain and suffering and betrayal. It was a place of darkness and horror, so much horror that he could not even begin to imagine the depths that it must surely go.
Abruptly Juka came back to himself to find Aura gone and he floating a mere foot above the ground. There were paramedics around and they were talking to him, trying to get inside his bubble. No, that wasn't quite right, they were able to get into his bubble but they couldn't work their instruments with it obscuring them. What were they saying? They wanted him to remove it? But no, he knew that if he lowered his bubble he would start bleeding and if he started bleeding he would die. He wasn't sure how he knew this, perhaps it was just another affect of his mind floating between the world of dreams and oblivion and the torturous world of reality. Juka shook his head at the paramedic. "Can't," he stated softly. Why couldn't he just fall into unconsciousness and end his torment? Didn't people as injured as he usual slip from consciousness? Then it occurred to him, a moment of great epiphany: if his bubble was stopping him from bleeding perhaps it was also keeping him consious. Well, that was easy to fix now wasn't it? He tried to dismiss his bubble, which should have been no more than a simple thought, but it wouldn't obey his command. Why woudlnt' it obey his command? It had never betrayed him before.
Once again Juka's mind was forced back to the reality of the world around him. One of the paramedics was now on the phone. He only caught a few words, something about The Mansion and mutants and bubble. Then, unable to resist, Juka, still floating in his bubble, was pushed into the ambulance and strapped down, as best as he could be with the bubble still being in the way. Then they were moving and, and indeterminate amount of time later, they stopped. The paramedics did not unstrap Juka, perhaps knowing that he would just bob up and not remain on the gourney, instead simply unloading him from the ambulance. Juka didn't catch much except for a glimpse of The Mansion before being wheeled inside.
Juka had never played cat and mouse with a giant bird before, especially not a game of cat and mouse in which he was the one playing the mouse. It was something he thought should be much more terrifying, except that Carrick was so fuzzy and cute and obviously wasn't out to hurt him anyway so instead it was nothing more than exilerating entertainment. And it certainly was exilerating. He had never had the opportunity to really test out the limits of what he could do in his bubble, beyond allowing storm winds to buffit it to and fro, but this was so much more fun that that.
Juka zoomed after the ball and thought he had it until his new found angel bird was suddenly beside him. "My ball," Juka yelled, giggling all the while. He stuck his tongue out at Carrick. He sent out a tendril to try and capture the little flying ball but his aim was off and he ended up missing entirely, instead picking up a very much non-shiny rock, which wasn't nearly so satisfying.
Juka watched the beautiful angel gryphon carefully, trying to predict when it would make its pouncing attack and when he needed to move his bubble out of the way. Physically he had always been weak and slow and felt no shame for that, but in his bubble he had speed and reflexes that the merely mortal could only dream of. It would be an interesting experience to match them up with a mythical being such as Carrick was.
Juka continued bobbing up and down as Carrick prepared himself to pounce. As the fantastic creature's great claws came out, he felt a momentary thrill of fear and the flittering thought that perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to play with something with such very large claws, when, at the slightest mental urging, he nudged his bubble to the left, just out of range of the pouncing gryphon. Juka giggled happily. Big scary claws or no, Carrick really was just a big birdy and surely wouldn't hurt him, right?
"I'm ok," Juka called to his Jewelly friend, having caught his breath. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shiny silver ball zoom between him and his newest feathery friend. "Ooh mine," called his dibs and zoomed after the shiny ball.
Juka stood looking critically up at the door for Club Evolution. It didnt' really look like much to him, but he had been told that this was the place to be if you were a mutant and wanted to have a night on the town. And he was most certainly the type to enjoy a good night on the town and needed a good night of fun now more than ever. Between his powers going a little crazy in recent weeks and the fact that he was feeling the need to start perfmoning again stronger than ever, Juka decided that a night of clubbing and dancing and perhaps some other activities that often went with the former two was in order. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he might even make himself a connection or two that could open up the opportunity to once again find himself on stage.
Juka went out all with his clothing tonight, knowing that he simply must make a good impression. His hair was done up in elaborate braids and he wore dramatic makeup, choosing to go with a red and orange theme with some darker black highlights. He opted for layered skirts for his dress, overlapping dark reds and dramatic oranges that billowed gloriously when he spun and danced. He also wore 3 inch black stilletto boots and was quite proud of his skill and elegence in walking with them, a skill that had taken quite a lot of practice to master. Upon his hands he wore black velvet gloves and completing the look was an elegent black and silver choker. He looked good and he knew it.
After giving himself a careful once over Juka pushed open the door and confidently strode in. Glancing around he was pleased to realize that there had been a reason for the recemendation of this place after all; it was one of the more high class places he had been to and he was certainly impressed. It was also one of the few places he had been to, outside of The Mansion, in which mutants could be seen and were not ashamed to show what they were. With a confident smirk, Juka sauntered over to the bar and sat himself down. He was the best looking person here and he knew it.
Juka couldn't think straight. The pain was everything, encompassing his entire being. He could barely remember a time when his body hadn't been scoured by it, could harldly remember a time when he had been whole and well, though he knew that the pain had only just begun. How could he still be alive and how could one remain conscious through so much agony? And the small portion of his mind that was not entrapped by the piercing fire radiating from his chest knew only despair and betrayal. Aura was his friend, or so he had thought, and yet she had tried to kill him; may very well have succeeded in killing him. How could she do such a thing? How could he trust anyone again?
"Why?" Juka finally managed to ask her. He wasn't sure that she would even understand the question, wasn't sure of much at the moment except that he might rather die than be forced to endure this never ending torment of the flesh. He had always thought the best of people, mutants and humans alike, never thought them actually capable of such evil and such calousness. And yet, was not Aura a product of her history? Had she not faced evil in her life and then become tainted by that evil? Perhaps the world was evil and callous and horrible and he just hadn't seen it before. Perhaps she was right in her views and he was just a niave and gullable boy.
Juka's head spun and reality took on a distant and hazy appearance. He was no longer certain which way was which and whether or not he was even still floating at a safe distance from his enemy, though somehow he could still feel his bubble. "Yes, a hospital," Juka responded distantly. "I think I need a hospital." He balanced on the brink of unconsciousness and yet couldn't seem to actually all across that brink. And he so dearly wanted oblivian and an escape from the horrible unbearable pain.
"Not all humans are like that. So some humans are bad, some mutants are bad too. You can't judge all of humanity by the actions of a few. They aren't all like that." It was among the most profound things that Juka could ever remember saying and yet the words felt true to him. He hadn't even realized that he was capable of such profound thinking and whatever the results of this fight, so long as he survived it, he knew he would never again be the same person.
Juka wasn't able to see that Aura was weakening and barely noticed that her aura was less than when they began. Perhaps had he combat experience he might have realized that he was not doing so badly for himself, but all he could see was that he had yet to inflict any damage upon her. First one brick was shattered by Aura's drill and the second was shattered, although somewhat less dramatically, by her hammer. Having only a single brick left, Juka knew that he only had one more chance. If he couldn't srike her down now then all that he had attempted in this fight would be for nothing.
"I may be new to the dance but that doesn't mean I won't see you disabled!" Juka saw the sword aimed at his shoulder and yet had nothing to block it with. As Aura charged with her sword, Juka tried to move his bubble out of the way of the main portion of the strike. At the same time he brought his single remaining brick around, aiming at her head. Unfortunately he wasn't agile enough and the sword penetrated his chest, just below his shoulder. An agony of pain exploded across his torsoe and he screamed.
In a desperate attempt to save his own life, Juka commanded his bubble up and, with a sickening lurch, it obeyed. He hovered there, many feet above Aura, unable to move or do anything, barely coherent enough to even keep his bubble afloat. Distantly he was aware of the fact that he wasn't bleeding. He also wondered how it was that he was even still consious. But these were distant detached thoughts, almost his entire mind being consumed by the agony he was in and the fact that he was probably going to die this night.
Juka let out an 'eep' type noise as the griffon landed on top of him, completely not expecting the great creature to pounce. While struggling (all be it with a hug grin on his face) to wriggle out from underneath the wonderful beast, he came t the realization that, apparently, griffons were not so different from kitties after all, they just required bigger strings to play with. And, fortunatley for his angel bird, Juka was pretty sure that he and his bubble made and excellent griffon sized string.
Juka bobbed up off of the ground as Carrick finally let him go. Taking a moment to strighten his skirts and maintain his dignity, he finally turned back to the griffon only to find him nudging his darling Jewel. It was such an adorable an unexpected scene that he couldn't stop the peals of giggles that came from him. This was, he decided, exactly the sort of distraction he had been needing.
"Bet you can't catch me again," Juka taunted the mythical creature, bobbing up and down. The first time hadn't been any sort of a challenge for Carrick since he hadn't realized what Carrick was going to do. This time he would be sure to make it a proper challenge. What else was there to do for a boy in a bubble, after all?
Juka realized in short order that his carefully calculated threat had been a mistake. Far from causing his enemy rage and forcing her to make a mistake, if anything it seemed to make her all the more determined to end Juka's life and the very last thing he needed was for her to be more determined. "Why do you do it? Why doy ou feel such a need to kill?" That was what he didn't understand. Even if humans were cattle, a fact he clearly disagreed with, what need had she of killing them? What need had anyone of killing? To end something of its very life was too horrible a thought to even put into words. It was the ultimate insult against life itself. No one should have the right to deciede who got to live and who had to die. And certainly not some pink auraed, brain washed sadistic teenager.
Juka felt the most satisfying smack as his brick hit Aura in the head, sending her to the ground in a heap. Unfortunately, however, she was up before Juka could deciede what his next course of action should be. Had he been a seasoned fighter he might have rushed in to tend it while she was still upon the ground, but as it was and with this being his first real fight, he made the mistake of remaining in the air to see if she would get up. He had to fight off a wave of despair when she did so. He knew he was doomed when she explained how her Aura absorbed impacts. What could he possibly do against something like that? All he knew for certain was that he was not going to give up.
Once again Juka hovered awaiting Aura's next move. When it came he was almost not prepared but managed to send a brick to intercept the first drill. He didn't see the second drill. A second brick he aimed at her chest, though he knew if she managed to block it that brick would likely be destroyed just like the last one had been. He was quickly running out of bricks and that was not a good sign at all.
Juka almost gave into the ridiculous urge to cheer as, not only did Aura's first attack miss but his own attack hit, although not as solidly as he would have liked and his enemy appeared to show no damage from the hit. Somehow he managed to maintain his composure, however, perhaps due to the life and death situation he now found himself in. Silently he prayed that he would somehow get through this in one piece, vowing that he would never again be the shallow, self-centered individual he had always been. He would do something with his life, something more than just entertain people and make them smile. He wasn't worthy of worship as he had always believed, not really. He hadn't done anything at all to deserve it except for sing a few songs and entertain on a stage. He was nothing, nothing special at all. But if he survived this battle he would change that. He would prove himself worthy, prove himself something special. His bubbles were a gift, perhaps from god or perhaps not, it didn't really matter, and he knew that he should use them to better humanity and to save those too week to save themselves. Now all he had to do was survive.
Juka startled as a large chunk of one of his bricks was sheared off from Aura's hammer strike and saw cracks form in the brick. It wouldn't last much longer, one more hit and hit would be useless. Which also meant that none of his other bricks would last very long either. All he really needed was one good strike to the head and his enemy would be unconscious and she only needed to stay unconsious for the short time it would take him to float to the Mansion and deposit her. Of course, in in order to strike her he really only had two options: either rain down bricks from high above which had the advantage of being out of the range of her attacks but the disadvantage of using up the only weapon he had, or remain in close quarters with her and hope to use the bricks as both weapon and shield, which had the obvious disadvantage of being within range of her own weapon.
Just as Aura's hammer changed itself into a drill, Juka made the decision to stay close to the ground. After all, he could still maintain a few feet distance from his enemy and that was better than nothing. His tendrils extended out 10 ft and he prayed that would be enough. "There are always more weapons around," Juka replied with a false confidence that he didn't feel. Perhaps he could bluff her? After all, if there was one thing he was good at it was playing to his own ego. "And when I win this fight I will bring you back to the Mansion and they will lock you away for your own safety and the safety of others." She had seemed to have an issue with being locked up and he hoped his words would provoke her to do something rash.
When Aura ran at Juka with her drill, he was ready for her. Two bricks maintained thier spinning pattern circling his body and a third brick, the one all ready damanged from the previous attack, he used to block the incoming drill. Unfortunatly the all ready weakened brick crumbled to pieces on impact and the drill dug itself into Juka's arm. The wound wasn't deep due in part to the brick that had blocked most of the attack and to Juka's fast reflexes, but pain nevertheless erupted in Juka's arm and it would probably require stiches. Though he didn't notice it, the wound did not bleed, though it should have.
Ignoring the pain in his arm, as soon as Aura made her attack Juka reacted in kind. The fourth brick under his command he brought around and attempted to smash it into her head. He couldn't afford to take another wound from her drill and he knew that he desperately needed to end this fast.
Mutants as the rulers of this planet? Juka was beginning to think that not only had something horrible happened to this girl, but she had also been somehow brainwashed into believing something that, to him at least, was patently ridiculous. Sure mutants had all sorts of interesting and fascinating powers, but wasn't it a bit much for someone to jump to the conclusion that they should be the rulers? And he wasn't even going to think about eating human organs. Nope. Wasn't going to think about it at all. Otherwise he might just become sick and something told him that that would not help his chances of survival, slim as they all ready were.
As the pink aura'd teenager continued to speak, Juka picked up a fourth brick and began thinking of strategy. How was he going ot survive this? And why hadn't he listened to his brother more when he spoke of martial arts training? Oh how he wished, right at that moment, that he had bothered to pay even the least bit of attention. But no, he had to be more interested in fashion and music and performing. Fighting seemed a thing for brutes and besides, with his bubbles when would he ever need to fight when he could just float himself away to safety? He had never in his wildest fantasies conceived of a situation quite like this.
Juka shuddered as the blade turned into a drill and then into a hammer and that momentary laps of attention almost ended it for him before the battle had even begun. At the last possible moment, however, before hammer could strike brick, he moved both brick and main bubble out of the way, causing the hammer to miss entirely. For a moment he hovered just above the girl, indecision worrying its way through his mind. The alley was a confined space which probably wasn't going to be good for either of them. Or, perhaps he might just be able to work that fact to his advantage. After all, he had more weapons than she and he had the advantage of the sky and maneuverability. If he could manage to knock her unconscious he could probably carry her to the Mansion and someone would be able to figure out what to do with her.
Decision made, Juka began rotating the 4 bricks around himself at high speeds. They weren't large enough to make much of a shield on their own, but he hoped that they were moving quickly enough and that there were enough of them to make getting a clean hit against him difficult, if not impossible. He could afford to lose a brick or two, he could not afford to lose his head. He then dove towards his foe, aiming a brick at her head.
The more Aura spoke the more stunned Juka became. He just didn't know what to make of the girl, hadn't realized that people like her even existed. She seemed to believe that humans were no more important than pigs or cows, like cattle to the slaughter, not that Juka would have even killed a cow if he had a choice in the matter. But it went beyond that even, since to his knowledge she wasn't suggestion that they eat the dead humans, only kill them. Unless he was mistaken about that, which was the most disturbing thought that he had had yet. And yet, if she was such a cold hearted killer would it be such a shock to discover that she was also a cannibal? Would that really be any worse?
"We kill cows and fish for food," Juka answered her, feeling almost the teacher. It was, once again, a position he was unfamiliar with. It seemed he would be off kilter all night, off kilter until he got himself killed which seemed more and more likely every moment he floated there talking to the crazy psychopath before him. What had happened to the poor girl to turn her into this creature? How could she be so young and yet so...utterly inhuman? He knew that it must have been something horrible, something that he couldn't even ebgin to comprened. And het, he still had her talking and talking was good because talking meant that she was not trying to kill anyone, especially not him. Though avoiding that inevetable confrontation was looking more and more unlikely the more she spoke.
"I don't want to fight you," Juka told her, poring every bit of emotion and honesty into his voice. Yet at the same time he ensured that his bricks were before him, one below and one on either side of him. If it came to it he could pick up as many as two more bricks. They and the agility and speed that he had while inside his bubble were his only weapons and they seemed woefully inadequate to his eye when compared to the other girl's obvious skill and her shining aura and blade. He knew his bubble was no protection against such a thing.
"All I want is for you to leave here in peace; leave the humans alone. And maybe come to The Mansion with me. There are people there that can help you..." He wasn't sure if it was the right or the wrong thing to say but he felt, suddenly, profound pitty for the girl. It didn't lesson his fear at all. Juka hovered there, mere feet away, awaiting her first move that would surely deciede his fate.
