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 really loved weddings. He didn't just like them, didn't even think very highly of them. Love was most certainly the right word and really was most certainly the right description of the word. Weddings, after all, were an excuse to get all prettied up (though one had to be careful not to out-pretty the bride of course) and everyone else to get all prettied up, talk and be social, drink and have a grand happy time of it. Not quite as happy as the bride and groom but it was only right that each and every guest share in his or her own small way with the happiness and joy of the lucky couple. And what couple could be luckier or more joyfull than his wonderful Ghosty and the love of her life Sebastian? At least, he certainly hoped that Sebastian was the love of her life and that he wouldn't dare hurt his sweet and wonderful Ghosty, otherwise Juka may just have to do something violent and regretable to him. No matter that he didn't have a violent bone in his body or that he didn't know Sebastian from a hole in the ground, let alone what he may or may not be able to do in a fight, Juka would irrecovably harm him if he did anything to hurt his Ghosty. It was as simple as that.
Juka decided on a many-layered red velvet dress for his atire. He tried to keep it simple because it wasn't his wedding so he didn't want to be the prettiest person in the place (as hard as that was to even conceive of) but he did want to be the second prettiest person there so he was certain to maintain his usual level of physical perfectionism. His hair he wore down, draped gracefully across his back and shoulders. Upon his feet he wore black stilletto boots and to complete the image he wore a jeweled choker around his neck. Ghosty, of course, was expected to outdo him but no one else possibly could. He was Juka Miami, after all, so what hope could anyone else have?
Ghosty was as beauituful as Juka knew that she would be and the ceremony, in his opinion, was one of the most touching he had ever seen. Not that he had seen many weddings, but that was entirely besides the point. After a long hard look at the groom, he decided that he approved of this Sabastian character and so long as he made his Ghosty happy and didn't mind sharing with him (not in any perverted way of course, he would NEVER touch a married woman especially not one he thought of as an older sister) he was ok by Juka's books. Well, and of course that whole never hurting her one little book or Juka would have to reply a hundered fold in kind of course. One couldn't forget that.
Once the ceremony was over Juka pranced up towards his oldest and bestest friend in the whole world Jewel. He beemed at her, beemed at the happy couple and then beemed back at Jewel again, barely able to contain his joy. "Wasn't that posatively beautiful?" he gushed. "My lovely Ghosty all grown up and married now." His voice almost broke with the emotion of it. It didn't matter that he had only known Ghosty for a few months, she was still his Ghosty. She had, after all, been kind enough to teach him how to do laundry.
Juka was on top of a skyscraper. The question for some might have been, how exactly did he get to be on top of said sky scraper. But for Juka, the amazing bubble mancing mutant, the answer was simple: he had floated there in a giant bubble of course. The really important question was not how he had gotten there, but why he was there. And that answer was that he was up there to gain some privacy in order to think. And despite what certain others might believe and despite his often times lack of common sense, Juka did, indeed like to think. Particularly at night when there was no one around in which he must constantly be Juka Miami, fabulous performer extrodinair.
Ironically, Juka had come atop his skyscraper late at night for the purposes of thinking about exactly how he would once again become the amazing performer he knew that he was. In particular, his desire to form a band. It had been months since he got to the city and not performing was slowly killing him from the inside out. He lived to perform, to sing and be the center of attention, and not doing so was, well, not to his liking at all. And so here he was atop a skyscraper contemplating where and how he was going to find the perfect band members to compliment his greatness. And, in fact, here he had been for at least the last 12 hours.
What had started out as a musical considering had just recently turned into a consideration of a different sort. Why wasn't he tired, for one thing? He knew that he should have been. Juka may have been a night owl all his life but even he was human and needed to sleep. But now, as had been happening a lot recently, he didn't feel the least bit of fatigue, not the slightest hint of it. And it wasn't as if he had really changed his routine much in the last week either, he continued his nightly bubble floats around the city, continued visiting the Mansion and his darling girl Jewel. And Ghosty of course as well. But something seemed to have changed, he just wished he could figure out what. And other weird things had been happening recently as well, always when he was playing with his bubbles, and always of the most bizarre and unexplainable sort. When one of his kittens had started shedding all of his fur only to be replaced, in mere minutes, by its summer coat, for example, had freaked him out horribly.
Juka's contemplations were interrupted when a little paper airplane floated past him and then a...flash of light that caused the plane to disappear? It was just the sort of distraction that he needed and, without even the vaguest thought to potential consequences, Juka bubbled and took to the air, trying to discover where the plane had gone or, failing that, where it had come from. It seemed he was in luck for the latter, as the only other rooftop inhabiting person he spotted in the distance on the Empire State Building. Deciding that he really didn't like the direction his thoughts were going anyway, Juka floated himself over there. And just as he arrived he heard a bodiless voice asking if the plane was the man's on the roof. Not taking any pains to hide himself, Juka floated slightly above the man on the roof, curious.
First Juka curtsied to his wonderful Ghosty and then to his new Master Kitty. It never hurt to show respect either to Master Kitty or to First Retainer. After all they were now his most important people. Er cats. Cats and people. But they were important and he had to show his respect and appreciation.
"You will, of course my dear wonderful Ghosty, have the bed. I wouldn't have it any other way. You helped me with laundry." And to Juka that made perfect sense. He extended a hand to Ghost, intending for her to take it and, if she did so, intending to manifest a bubble around both of him and the bag of laundry. It would be a slight strain on his abilities, but he was confident that he could pull it off.
Juka then extended a tendril from his bubble towards Master Kitty. "With your permission?" he asked, intending to bubble his new master so that they could swiftly make their way back to his appartment. And, Juka realized, he was starting to feel rather tired. It had, after all, been something of a long day.
Juka began eating his icecream most contentdly when yet another problem came to his awareness. The problem was that there simply were not very many seats available and the wonderful place of icreamy goodness. Well, certainly for anyone else that would be a problem but for Juka, of course, it was far less of an issue. He was, after all, Juka Miami and that meant that, naturally, he was fabulous and amazing and certainly no one would mind if he decided to sit at their table? Less than mind, they should be grateful that he would grace thier presence with his loviliness. Clearly.
After looking around critically for a few moments, in order to ascertain for certain which table would be most worthy of his presence, hs shrugged his shoulders gracefully and followed the target of his earlier admiration towards the table currently seating the indian girl. With a wink at the man, he turned and smiled dazzlingly at her. "My darling," he said in his regular dramatic fashion, "I presume you wouldn't mind if I grace your loviliness with my presence?" At her word, he prepared to seat himself.
As Juka stood in anticipation of her permission, inevitable though it must, be, he couldn't help but hear the comment about halloween and he turned his beatiful gaze upon another woman, just as lovely as the last. "And is there anything wrong with dressing dressing with a style all my own, sweetness?" He curtsied in her direction, skirts billowing elegently around him. He extended a hand in her direction for shaking, appreciating the fact that she was the only one to say what was on her mind and comment about his eccentric appearance. "My name is Juka Miami and you would be, beautiful flower?"
Hearing from Ghosty that, perhaps, he wasn't actually a complete failure made his spirits brighten instantly. There would be a way to fix this. He would find some cash and she would write instructions and the he would do his laundry tomorrow. Life was good and he grinned to show that he understood perfectly.
"Oh you don't need to worry about getting inside my bubble now," Juka addressed her concern with a giggle. "As long as you hold my hand I bubble both of us. And, if you like, you can even stay in my bed since my appartment is much closer than your Mansion." A pause to consider how that might sound and a realization that Juka saw Ghosty more as a sister than anything else. "I mean, I'll sleep on the couch and you'll sleep on my bed of course." Another pause. "Or I'll sleep in my bubble! How much fun would that be?" Another excited grin.
As Juka began gathering his laundry back into his bag he addressed Master Kitty. "You ride in the bubble. And it floats and will be completely comfortable for all your needs. And I can bubble you home as well. Or I can find you a nice soft pile of clothes at my place if that suites better." He thought perhaps a demonstration would be best and with that in mind bubbled himself and began using his secondary bubbles to lift and deposit his clothes into the bag.
Juka loved ice cream. Not only was it cold and delicious but it was colourful and he did so wish that his bubbles could be half as colourful as the many flavours of ice cream. So really, not only was it everything that a tasty treat should be, and Juka thought he knew a little something about what tasty treats should be, but it was plainly also something to be admired. And so he decided that he simply must have some.
When Juka got to the magnificant place of ice cream selling, however, he was dismayed to find that there was a line up to get the delicous treat. He was Juka Miami and Juka Miami did not have to stand in lines. So, instead of moving to the back of the line as any good boy or girl should, he gathered his many skirts to him, put on his beast teasing seductive smile and went right to the front.
He smiled at the woman in the front, the indecisive one who, it seemed, had finally decided. Which was unfortunate really, that the man behind her had been so helpful, but all was not lost as she had not yet walked away from the line up. And, the little dumpy woman, not nearly up to Juka's normally lofty standards, would certinly faint with pleasure at the mere hint that, just perhaps, she could be with the nearly godlike Juka.
"Hello my shining beauty," he said sensually, slipping gracefully beside her. He went to put his arm around her but stopped, just shy of touching her. And he saw by her expression that his words had done just as he knew they would. "My beauty, you wouldn't mind getting me the blue flavoured cone would you?" A pretty bat of his long lashes and a winning smile and she was his. She melted to his whim, agreeing to buy him the cone as if in a daze.
Success, he thought with glee. He gave an apolotetic smile to the man behind him with the blue eyes and dark hair. And very nice blue eyes they were too, he decided. Perhaps he might even be worthy of his attentions. He batted his lashes at the man and licked his cone, taking care to make it as provotive a lick as possible. Then he winked.
Juka would have made his move right then and there, after all what manner of person could possibly resist his charms, man or woman, but was momentarily distracted by the scream and the crazy lady. He turned his head to watch what was going on.
Juka gave Jewel a dirty look at her warning not to let Juka dress Aura up, though the look was softened by his impish grin. "Oh Jewel, your just jealous that you haven't quite managed to reach my own lofty level of fabulouslness." He grinned and did a sort of spinning curtsy, allowing his flowing skirts to billow around him. And, just to make sure he didn't hurt her feelings he added, "but you're the closest anyone has ever come." There, feelings saved.
With those words Juka bounced into the store, happily looking through the many racks of clothing. Every so often he could come back with an article of clothing, a shirt or a skirt or some other thing and hold it up to Aura, testing it for colour and fit and then handing it to her to try on when they were finished. He didn't even realize that the other two were talking about him, nor did he notice the stares he got from the other customers. Finally finished, he beamed at Aura, ushering her into the changeroom with half a dozen tops and bottoms, actually rather modest by his standards. In fact, the clothing itself was rather modest by his standards, only having a few frills and remaining almost practical.
"And don't even try to argue, my dear," Juka demanded. "I won't take no for an answer. Go try these on, not that's a good darling."
Juka had never heard of this "Sanctuary" place before and wondered if it was like the Mansion. Maybe he should ask Jewel when he saw her later. She was smart, surely she would know. Then it occurred to him that he did have this giant non-kitty mutant here with him and, despite the fact that Juka still thought him a bit scary, maybe he would be willing to show him Sanctuary? Only one way to find out.
"Say, you wouldn't be able to point me in the direction of this Sanctuary place would you? I always like meeting mutants with their many shiny powers." Juka beamed, trying to forget this this man had tried to hurt him and look to the positives. After all, he wasn't scowling or making any offensive moves now was he? So maybe he had just caught him at a bad time. And there were shiny new mutants to meet, after all.
Juka's face fell as he came to the realization that his Visa card would not be much help in this task. He looked at his large pile of laundry forlornly, discovering that he would, indeed, not be able to do his laundry tonight after all. He sighed dramatically. "I'm sorry Ghosty, I didn't know." His voice was that of a little lost child. He had tried so hard only to discover that it wasn't enough. It never seemed to be enough.
Gently Juka placed Master Kitty back on the ground. If he wasn't good enough for Ghosty how could he possibly think himself good enough for Master Kitty? "I can at least bubble you home Ghosty, after everything you've done for me." Hopefully home wasn't too far away. "And you too of course, Master Kitty." Surely he could still be good for something?
With an unhappy, crushed expression Juka began collecting his clothes off of the floor and putting them back into his bag. Tomorrow he vowed. He would do better tomorrow and find the quarters he apparently so desperately needed.
At the mention of needing quarters Juka dug into one of his many pockets and grabbed his wallet. Sifting through it he took out a Visa card and lifted it victoriously, beaming happily at Ghosty. "I can do one better than mere quarters. I have a Visa card!" He never did have a use for actual cash. Why would he when this magic card got him everything he could possibly need?
Juka nodded very attentively to his new Master Kitty. He would indeed take his advice and any advice Ghosty had to offer as well. She had, after all, generously taught him all about the adventures of laundry so who knew what other sage advice she might have to offer. "Ghosty is a wonderful darling," Juka offered a bit of his own sage wisdom.
The matter of money sorted out as well as the matter of Ghosty being an angel, Juka went back to his duties as Third Retainer, giving Master Kitty all the attention, pets and scratches he could possibly desire, careful to attend to all of his non-verbal urgings.
Even Juka, as profoundly oblivious as he normally was, caught a hint of the serious nature of the words Ghosty spoke to Master Kitty. But, as he didn't really understand anything about what was going on and he was pretty sure a kitty couldn't be all that dangerous anyway, he smiled on and didn't let on that he caught onto anything unusual.
"I would be most honored to be called Third Retainer, Master Kitty." Juka beamed happily down at the furred purring form. He bowed formally and dramatically. "And I will be sure to be the best retainer ever and answer all demanding merrows to the very best of my ability."
Juka made the attempt to gently raise Master Kitty from Ghostys's arms, careful to be aware of exactly what his new Master most desired. If there were the slightest resistance he would certainly leave him be as any good retainer should be aware of his master's every desire. It didn't' seem odd at all, somehow, that a talking cat should have an apartment though at the back of Juka's mind he recalled something about laundry and the exact reason he was here. But that couldnt' be all that important could it?
Juka contemplated exactly how he could come up with silver rings. Did they have to be silver? Maybe he could...He made a sort of yipping noise and jumped up and down excitedly, then forced himself to remain calm. A broad smile appeared on his face and he rolled up his sleeves, displaying a number of silver and copper bracelets lining his wrists. It hadn't even occurred to him that jewelery was probably just as impractical as the rest of his usual clothing in such situations.
Removing the bracelets one by one from his wrists, more than enough for each of them to have 1, he lifted them up proudly. "Will these do?" They weren't perfectly round and maybe lacking a little if they were to be thrown but he thought they would be perfect. And he, Juka, had come up with the idea so obviously it must be good.
Juka was getting more and more confused. Fist the mutant kitty which was most certainly not a kitty hit him and went all grrish and now he was just bored? What kind of person hit someone because they were bored? That was just plain mean. He didn't even register the fact that Predator had been on the news and even if he had he probably would have assumed him to be some sort of performer. After all, what other reason was there to be on the news? No reason that occurred to Juka, that was for certain.
"Sorry, didn't mean to be a jerk."
Juka sulked before finally deciding to forgive the big guy. After all, he was sort of kittyish even if he wasn't actually a kitty and tht had to say something good for him right? And even if he wasn't, everyone deserved at least one extra chance.
"I guess you can be forgiven," Juka announced with an air of self importance. "And like you I was bored and when I'm bored I go floating in my bubble." He grinned down at the other man. "There's just nothing to do in this city." A funny statement coming from most, but he was used to the glitz and glamor of Tokyo and New York just found it hard to compare.
Juka thought briefly about making some comment regarding kitties being wonderful predators and toying with little mice but then thought better at it. He might be absent minded, oblivious and more than a little self centered but he also had a strong respect for his own personal well being and something told him that this Predator individual might not take kindly to such a comment. Besides, he had the uncomfortable sensation of being rather mouse like just at the moment and didn't care to bring up the comparison in case Predator agreed with his unvoiced assessment.
"What's wrong?"
Juka watched as Predator spun around, seemingly weary of some sort of danger and then blinked at his question. "Um...you're kind of scary." He hoped it wasn't the wrong thing to say even if it was truthful. Juka decided right then and there that he really didn't like this feeling of fear and discomfort, rare as they were for him to experience. He considered merely floating far away and returning to his his warm, safe apparent complete with kitties of an actual kittyful nature but something prevented him from doing so. Instead he merely floated there looking down, discomfort plain on his features.
Juka was entirely contented with the meeting of the talking cat. There was something fitting about it, really, something right. He had always wished for a talking kitty and now, it seemed, his wishes were being fulfilled. Obviously some higher power or another had seen how wonderful and deserving he was and had sent him this amazing gift. His very own talking cat, even though one could never really posses a cat, let alone a talking cat. It was more like cats owned people but he had no problem at all being this cat's person. He smiled happily down at Master kitty. "So good to meet you Master."
Juka turned towards Ghost and grinned. "We did indeed meet in the sky, its not so strange when you really think about it. You can fly and I can float so its really only natural." In his mind it was at least, but of course his mind didn't always work the same way as the minds of others. It was one of the many things that made him so amazing.
Juka clapped happily as Master Kitty returned his meow in kind. No matter that he didn't have any idea what said meow actually meant, he took it as a sign that the cat approved and that he would, indeed, become the cat's new human. He gently scratched behind Master Kitty's ears, seeking that spot he knew all cats to love, determined to make a most worthy human.
