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 utterly baffled and confused at Aura's reaction to his presence. Having just come upon the scene of a violent burtal double murder, casual friendliness was pretty much the last possible thing that he might have been expecting. What exactly he had been expecting he wasn't sure, but that definately wasn't it. And then she started asking him to dance, rendering him even more confused and utterly speechless, which happened very rarely. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had been stricken so utterly of any possible words. Who was this girl and what was wrong with her? How could she be so calous towards the humans she had just cut down around her? And how would she react when he tried to stop her from doing any more damage? For the first time he felt a trickel of fear flow down his spine but having made his stance, he couldn't very well let her continue with her actions.
"You don't need to do this," Juka spoke softly, his voice shaking just a little bit. "You don't need to hurt anyone else, you don't need to kill anyone. They didn't do anything to you." He spoke as if to a child who might bolt at any moment, or might turn on him just as quickly. His bubble was positioned above Aura, just out of range of her sword. He had no idea how long the range of her aura was and, if it came down to it, had no idea how he could possibly stop her if she tried to hurt anyone else. He knew how to flee, that he was very good at. But how could he flee like a coward when the lives of others were at stake? How could he live with himself?
Juka desperately hoped that it would not come to violence with this woman, realizing that he was utterly out of his league. Nevertheless, as he spoke he looked around for some sort of weapon that he could use if it came to it. Spotting a pile of bricks of the large grey variety only a few feet away , he lowered his bubble slightly and sent out 3 tendrils, each of them grabbing hold of a brick. It wasn't much but at least they were heavy and would probably do some damage if dropped from above or if they struck someone at high velocity. Of cource, he had no idea if they could harm Aura through her strange pink aura. And if they didn't work, well, perhaps he could try to gain control of the new curse of his power and drain her energy. He really hoped it woudln't come to that though because if it did he'd probably end up just as dead as the human corpses.
"They don't deserve to die." The words came out sounding almost as if Juka were trying to convince himself of this fact. "Please don't hurt them. Please don't make me try to stop you from hurting them," he pleaded desperately with her.
Juka wandered slowly, almost in a daze and not even bothering to re-bubble himself. His bubbles had betrayed him and he wasn't even certain he should still rely on them. What if they did something really regretable? Thus far they had only drained little plants, but what if they decided to drain something bigger? Like a kitty? Or even worse, what if they somehow decided to drain a person? He would never be able to live with himself then. He could barely live with himself now.
In the distance Juka heard an argument between a couple of angry sounding individuals but thought nothing of it. People argued, that was the way of things. Then he heard a gunshot and, despite his preoccupation with his own problems, he knew that someone might be hurt and he couldn't just let them die in a pool of their own blood. He knew most thought of him as a self and self-centered individual and, really, it was pretty much true. But he was also a good person, or so he liked to think, and he would never intentionally hurt anyone nor would he ever let anyone be hurt if he could do anything to prevent it. And with his bubbles, as unpredictable as they had been lately, he might be able to save someone's life.
In an instant Juka was once again bubbled and speeding towards the direction that he had heard the gunshot come from, hovering just above the buildings so he could gain a good view of what was going on around him. What he found was not what he had expected to find. The first thing he saw was the blood, so much blood, blood everywhere, and he knew that the victim must surely be dead to have lost so much blood. No, make that victims, he reevaluated hastily. Juka had to fight with himself not to throw up at the sight of the mutilated bodies.
The next thing he noticed was a familiar pink aura'd girl, one he had met before when he had found his kitties. His first thought was that she might be in danger and he surely had to save her (not even thinking about the fact that he had no way to do so) until he realized an instant later that, far from needing him to save her, she was the culprit, the murderer. And to think he had considered her a friend!
Spotting another human near her and seeing the pink sword in one hand, it didn't take much for Juka to figure out that the girl planned to kill again and he simply couldn't allow that to happen. Thinking quickly, the first thing Juka spotted small enough to bubble was Aura's blood covered skunk. Extending a tendril, he bubbled the skunk in a secondary bubble and floated over top of Aura, stopping just above her head. Dropping the skunk on the (hopefully) unsespecting teenager, he yelled out "Don't hurt anyone else!"
Juka was distressed, it was true. Deeply distressed and he hated the feeling. His power, his precious beautiful bubbles that had never done anything wrong and never hurt anyone, were going crazy. And not only were they going crazy, but they were going crazy in the way that ended with things dying. His fabulous, shining bubbles that had been with him for so long he could barely remember a time without them were betraying them in the worst way possible. His delightful, glorious bubbles that had been his haven and sanctuary in the worst times of his life, that had never done him wrong were now not what they were. What was wrong with them? What was wrong wtih him?
At first Juka hadn't even noticed that they were acting funny. It was small things really, like his coffee suddenly becoming cold after being carried in a bubble for half a minute, when it should by all rights still be hot. Or weirder yet, his coffee, which had cooled down to the point of being almost frigid becoming hot again while inside his bubble. Weird, but nothing to be too concerned about, right? And then there had been the incident with his kitty Joltean in which it shed and grew new fur all in the course of a few minutes again, while inside his bubble. That had disturbed him more but it hadn't really hurt the poor kitty so he didn't worry too much about it.
But now, now his beautiful, lovely bubbles were betraying him utterly. Never before had they caused things to die, never had he even imagined that they could be capable of such a thing. But, alas, it seemed to be official. This was the third plant he had bubbled and, just like the other two, the plant slowly withered and died within. The flowers were the worst, taking only a few minutes to die but the potted plants weren't much better, taking a couple of hours to completely die. Juka was in a despair and didn't know what to do. How could his bubbles betray him so?
If Juka had been thinking stright he would have gone straight to the Mansion and told his Ghosty about his most horrible of problems, but he was so distressed that he didn't even consider it. Instead, he bubbled himself and floated out of his top floor appartment and into the city. There didn't seem to be any risk of his bubble killing him, if anything it seemed to be preserving him. He hadn't slept in days and had barely eaten in that long and he didn't feel its lack at all. Perhaps his bubbles were stealing the life of others and feeding it to himself. A truly disturbing thought and one he didn't like at all.
It was sometime after midnight, Juka wasn't exactly sure of the time, and eventually he found himself in a part of the city that he wasn't familiar with. It was obviously not the sort of place that someone like him should ever be in, a lower class, crime ridden dive. In his despair, however, Juka didn't think to leave, didn't think of his own well being. De-bubbling, he began wandering the alleys aimlessly, completely lost in his despairing thoughts.
Juka was beginning to get the impression that his beautiful griffon angel was unable to speak in his regal griffin form, but that was not a problem. After all, his kitties could not talk in human speak either but they still had an understanding, he and his Pokemon kitties. With a happy grin, he proceeded to click back at the angel bird (though he had to admit that he really did have to work on his griffon speach, it wasn't nearly up to the level of his kitty speach).
For one so in love with animals of all sorts, kitties being the top of his list of course, it didn't take long for Juka to figure out that the Carrick wanted to play, though he wasn't exactly sure how one played with a giant bird. When his kitties wanted to play he would pull a string around and they would chase it but someting told him that Carrick would find that prospect insulting. There was just something regal about the griffon, something that went beyond mere cats and strings.
"Of course I will play with you, you glorious beautiful creature," Juka replied to its urgings. He floates his bubble further into the air, just above the griffon. "But...um...how does one play with a griffon?" It was quite the dellema really, but he thought such an amazing creature as that must surely have an answer for him.
Juka blinked and then proceeded to put unhappily. A 'what are you doing' was not exactly the kind of reaction he had been hoping for. Perhaps a 'my your are such a flatterer' or a 'aren't you the sweetest.' he would even have gone for something with a little more ego, something along the lines of 'why yes of course I am your goddess now you must worship me'. But alas, he got none of that. All he got was an 'um...what are you doing?' and that wasn't at all what he wanted.
With an over dramatic sigh Juka strightened himself from his bowing position. It seemed that his goddess wasn't interested in actually being his goddess. She was, perhaps, somene else's goddess. Or perhaps she wasn't interested in being a goddess at all. Sometimes Juka just didn't understand the people over here. Back in Japan he had no shortage of people that loved him and loved to be with him, but here it was different. Here he got rejected at every turn and he just didn't understand why. Only his Prince Venus had seemed to appreciate him and he hadn't seen his beautiful prince since their one heavenly night together. Alas but perhaps he was destined to be alone tonight and perhaps for every night to come.
"I was hoping to worship you like the goddess you so plainly are," Juka told his deific stranger, his image of perfection. "But alas you seem to find me, a mere mortal in your presence, to be inadequate and unworthy." The dissapointment was strong in his voice. Why must everyone hurt poor Juka, especially on this night of happiness? "I suppose I will depart from your presence now." He turned to leave, shoulders slumped in defeat.
Juka could barely contain his excitement as Angel Boy flew off to transform himself into something else. He almost went floating off after the boy, quietly of course so he wouldn't be noticed, but one look at Jewel told him that he probably shouldn't do that. He simply couldn't bare to have her disapproval and he knew that if he did that she would probably either lecture him horribly or not talk to him for days. So, barely, he managed to stay where he was, though his impatience manifested in a bubble and some mini bubbles containing various leaves and twigs that he made dance around his head and body.
When finally Carrick returned Juka could do nothing but stand there floating in his bubble, in awed silence. And when his awe wore off half a minute later, he clapped his hands excitedly. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen!" Juka gushed. He guided his bubble closer to the griffin, just out of reach of its wingtips and proceeded to observe it from every possible direction, grinning all the while. The sticks and leaves of his boredom were entirely forgotten, though if he had bothered to notice them he would have seen the leaves slowly regaining their healthy green colour. As it was he was oblivious to everything but the griffin before him.
"Can you teach me to do that?" Juka asked, finally returning to Jewel's side, though remaining within his bubble. "I've always wanted to turn into a bird. Or a cat. Or anything really." In his mind he knew it din't work that way but it didn't hurt to ask. And transforming had to be better than...whatever had caused all his kittie's fur to fall out the other day right?
Juka grinned happily at the prospect of getting a feather from the agnel boy. And then his face proceeded to fall with the intensity of his disapointment as he discovered that he would not, in fact, be getting himself a most valued feather today. And then it rose again as he was told that he would eventually get his feather after all. He could be patient. Occasionally. And he wished, not for the first time, that he had something to give the angel boy in return. But alas, he could not really give a portion of his bubble to the angel boy and his usual gift of flight didn't really seem appropriate seeing as how he could fly as well. Oh the dellemas.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, most beautiful Carrick. I will call you my Angel. And I am Juka, at your service my feathered one." Juka did another bow, this one far less formal than the first and ended it with a sort of dramatic twirl that caused his skirts to flutter prettily around him. "If you need anything, anything at all, I am here for you."
Juka turned and gave Jewel a consipiritorial wink. He was about to give her a speech about how people asked him about his bubbles all the time and he didn't see how that was any different when he was distracted by her own question about him changing into something. A skill he had, only moments before, decided that he simply must learn. No matter that mutant powers didnt' really work that way, that it wasn't likely (or possible for that matter) that he could simply will his powers to develop in a certain direction especially one radically different than they all ready existed in. "You can transform?" His voice was tinged with awe.
Juka beamed happily at the angel boy and rose to a standing position. Now this was just the sort of person he needed for his band and he couldn't help but wonder if the angel boy could perhaps play an instrument? Something to ask later to be sure. "You are posatively beatuiful," Juka gushed in open admiration, and it was rare for him to admire someone equally to the degree he admired himself. Or at least almost equally. Now if only he could grow himself a pair of wings...Maybe his new powers, whatever the might be or however they might work, would allow him to grow a pair?
When the angel boy excused himself, Juka followed silently behind him only to find that Jewel was on the ground and had apparently taken a fall. "Oh my wonderful Jewelly, are you ok?" He floated hurriedly over to her, de-bubbled and bent down beside her. He went to touch her head in order ot see if there was any visible bumps on it. "Are you hurt? Can I help? Do you need immediate medical attention?" He breathed an overly dramatic sigh of relief when she said she was fine.
Juka turned back to the angel boy. "This is my most special friend Jewel," he said with a dramatic gesture in her direction. "And I'm sure you will love her just as much as I do. Do you have a name? And can I have a feather?" He didn't even pause to think that such a question might be considered a little strange.
Juka was bored. Bored and...concerned. He wouldn't ever admit that he was afraid, couldn't do that not and still be Juka Miami but...to himself he might be willing to do just that. It was his powers and the fact that they weren't acting quite the way that they were supposed to. He still had no problem bubbling of course and the weather remained utterly outside of his bubbles when he did. But there were other things, things that he simply could not explain. Like the way that his hair had grown an entire foot in the span of a couple hours the other night. Or the fact that he hadn't slept in 3 nights and didn't feel the least bit tired. This, after sleeping an entire night and day because he couldn't shake his all encompassing exhaustion. If he understood why such things were happening to him he woudln't be concerned but the fact was that he didn't have any clue what the hell was going on and that distrubed him. Greatly. What if his powers did something really regretable?
Juka had been spending a lot of time in his bubbles lately, probably more than was healthy given his power troubles. However, it was the only way he could really think effectively, when he was floating in the air far away from any distractions and from the prying eyes of those lesser humans and mutants far below him. It was the only time he didn't have to worry about how he came off to others, the only time he didn't have to be perfect. But, in a rare moment of common sense, he decided that perhaps he should float around the Mansion grounds instead of around the city. At least that way if something went wrong there would be people around that would be able to help him out. People that knew about powers.
And as Juka floated, his mind deep within his own brooding and worried thoughts he caught a glimps of a bird far below him. And then revised that opinion rather quickly as he ralized that it wasn't just an ordinary bird but a giant bird and it wasn't that far below him after all. Curiosity piqued and worries temporarily forgetten he decided that he simply must investigate. They were in the Mansion grounds so that meant it was probably a mutant right? Maybe it would be his friend? He had always wanted a birdy friend and since he all ready had his Master Kitty, Birdy was the next creature on his list.
And then the giant birdy...turned into an angel? Juka was delighted and confused and fascinated all at the same time. In a final moment of decision, Juka floated over to the angel bird, hovering a foot of the ground right in front of the creature, and bowed gracefully before it. "It is a pleasure to see you fly, my most beautiful Angel of the Avians." His skirts gracefully fell around his feet and he remained in an obesient position until the creature bid him rise. It only seemed right to treat such a beatiful marvel with such respect.
While Juka was certainly used to having fan girls worship the very ground he walked on, and in some cases fan boys as well, there was just something a little off about this particular fan girl. For one thing, she didn't appear to be Juka's fan girl, she appeared to be a fan girl of all of them and while he may not have been the best judge of people, he could tell that the other two were not performers, certainly not like he was. And what was that about...being an entertainment troupe? He wasn't exactly sure what being an entertainment troupe entailed, but he was fairly certain that it was nothing up to the caliber of being a musician, especially a musician such as he was and, he decided, being accused of being less than he was was just plain insulting. He gave the woman his best condescending look. "You can clearly see that I am a much higher caliber of performer than my two dear companions here," he gestured towards the other two, "and also that none of us are an entertainment troupe. Are you a little slow in the head?" He didn't think of the inadvertent insult that he might have given to the other two on the rooftop with him, nor the fact that he had just blatantly insulted the fan girl. But she had deserved it, after all, having insulted him first.
And then he heard Alchemist mention that he had heard of Juka and his band and all thoughts of the insult the girl had made to him were instantly forgotten. "You wonderful wonderful man, you," he beamed at Alchemist. "I knew there was something to like about you. And no, sadly, I am not on tour. Indeed, I sadly have no band at the moment either and am in search of fellow musicians that can live up to my glory and prestige well enough to play alongside me. You wouldn't happen to know any?" he asked hopefully.
Upon hearing Light Man (which did seem like a perfectly good name to Juka and rather descriptive too) suggest that the fan girl was on drugs, Juka nodded knowingly. Suddenly her behavior made perfect sense and was really rather sad. "What an unfortunate situation," he confided sadly in Noah. "I had a friend once who got hooked on the stuff. Really, not good at all." He shook his head in disappointment and gave the girl his best pitying look. He simply couldn't bring himself to hate someone who clearly had so many problems in life.
"My dear," Juka addressed the drug using fan girl, "if you need some help for your problem I'm sure I could find someone. All you have to do is ask." He smiled his best supportive smile.
Juka pouted unhappily as he came to the realization that his advances were not welcome. It wasn't that it was unusual for him to be rebuffed; many people didn't really understand him and, in his opinion, just didn't know how to have a good time. That, and they weren't nearly open minded enough. Juka may have been utterly lacking in common sense of any sort and he may have been a horrible flirt and an attention whore of the worst sort, but damn it, he knew how to have a good time and he understood the merits of trying something new. Why couldn't others just let go once and a while and realize that life was for living, not for constantly worrying about what others thought of you? Wouldn't the world be a better place for it? Or if not the world than at least the people who embraced his unique ideal.
Juka being Juka, however, he didn't let his disappointment last for long. Shawn obviously didn't know a good thing when he had one and it was clearly his loss not Juka's. And, having decided that he simply must have some fun tonight he glanced around to find another target of his affections. Surely someone simply must see how fabulous Juka was and would be willing to treat him as the royalty he so clearly was?
And then, after some very determined searching of the crowd, Juka spotted her. There was just something about her with her shoulder length brown hair and amazing red dress. She was, Juka decided, exactly the type of woman he was looking fur and surely she knew the merits of having a good time? He hadn't yet met her, of course, had never seen her around but that was most certainly about to change. "If you will excuse me, my dear Jewel, but I believe is see another goddess searching for her god." He smiled at his friend, eyes slightly dreamy and distant, and departed with a purpose towards the red dressed stranger.
Walking up to the dieific stranger Juka bowed in the most regal fashion before her. "Oh my beautiful goddess, you simply must do me the pleasure of telling me your name. I am Juka Miami and it would be my absolute pleasure to serve your every need and desire." He remained on one knee before him, until she bid him to rise to his feet.
Juka did an elaborate sort of bowing twirl as Jewel introduced him to her friend. He was, he decided, rather cute. Perhaps he would be interested in a little fun after the wedding party? Only one way to find out. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you," Juka beamed. He winked sensually and moved closer, his body almost touching that of Shawn. "Any friend of my dear Jewels is, of course, a friend of mine." He licked his lips provocatively.
It seemed to Juka that there was no better time or place than at a wedding to meet up with someone else and have some fun. After all, what were weddings all about if not for love and joy, both physical and emotional? And if Juka hadn't yet found that special person to have an emotional love with, if he ever would, he saw no reason not to enjoy love of the other sort. No reason at all. For a moment he thought longingly of his lost Venus and wished his prince would show up here. He could think of nothing he would love more than another night of being Prince Venus' regal princess after the night of the wedding party. Well, perhaps including his new target, the cutie Shawn, in on their games an fun. Yes, Juka decided, that is exactly what he desired. And surely he must have his way because he was, after all, Juka Miami and who could possibly deny someone as beautiful and fabulous as himself?
Juka bowed in typical dramatic Juka fashion to the man on the building and then, for good measure, bowed in the direction of the glowy light person too. The first man, he decided, based on his eyes may or may not be a mutant. The second man most certainly was. And then the first man introduced himself as Alchemist, a mutant name if Juka had ever heard one. Ooh, this was most certainly going to be fun and he was barely able able to restrain himself from jumping up and down in excitement within his bubble. He contented himself with a wide goofy grin instead.
"I am Juka Miami," he proclaimed to the both of them, filled with self importance. "Perhaps you've heard of me." Far too few people in this city seemed to have heard of him, a problem he most certainly needed to fix. Thus his earlier conemplations of finding bandmates. Once he was performing and onstage again, then people would know his name. He vowed it would be soon. "And it is not a ball, my dear Alchemist," he stated, with just the barest hint of disaproval, "it is a bubble. There is a difference." His slight disaproval was made even less by the wide grin he continued to wear.
Juka was vaguely aware that there were onlookers giving the three of them some rather uncertain looks. Or, perhaps they were just giving him uncertain looks, since he was the one in the giant floating bubble. At the moment, however, he didn't particularly care. Here he was with two shiny new mutants to play with, so what if he was getting funny looks? He always got funny looks. Either that, or adoring looks. Sometimes both at once. "So, what brings the two of you up onto this fine building?" he asked.
