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 trying his very best not to jump from foot to foot in eager anticipating of the games to come. He loved nothing more than to show off his powers and the fact that they were making a competition out of it would make things all the better. He had not idea what this danger room was, but it didn't really matter to him. All that mattered was he'd be able to show why his bubbles were amazing and fabulous just as he himself was.
Juka blinked confusedly at Shin then caught the wink and broke out into a grin, winking back. "Oh darling, I wouldn't want to make these beauties," he gestured at Jewel and Shana, "too jealous now would I?"
Juka began humming softly to himself as he followed Shin down the stairs and towards their destination, his voice high and clear. "Ooh, an obstacle course!" He paused for a moment, considering, then realized that he was pretty sure he was the only one who could float so maybe that wouldn't be the best idea. "Or maybe target practice?" Not the best use of his power but something that the others could probably participate in as well and what was the fun of a game if he was the only one playing? "Or whatever else you have in mind." His excitement was obvious.
Juka tried not to be too distracted by his new kitties, knowing that he had a very important mission of finding some appropriate clothing for his new friend Aura. He was beginning to think that Aura was a little bit strange and that was something coming from Juka who knew that he, himself, wasn't exactly normal. Not that he minded, really, it just made things all that much more exciting. After checking into the box on his kittens and beaming at them, he tore his gaze away from his new furred friends and returned his attention to the ladies.
"Aura, my darling, I simply must find you some clothes befitting of your beauty. Cleaned up a little and you could be positively stunning, a perfect compliment to your beautiful new parrot." He put his hands on his hips and looked her over critically, with an eye towards what colors and styles would be most fitting. "As a dancer I'm sure you want something you can move in and also something that flows so that your every movement will be accentuate by the fluttering of fabric. I know just the place." He winked conspiratorially at Jewel. This was going to be fun.
Without a look backwards to see if the other two were following Juka set off towards a nearby store. He hadn't been in the city long but clothing was one of the few things that he knew a great deal about and discovering where to go to get new gowns was among the first things he had done since coming to New York. He would make Aura into a princess but a princess such as none had ever before seen. What was the point, after all, in following trends? So much better to start them and he was sure that with his and Jewel's help, Aura would indeed start trends.
Juka, for all of his usual absent mindedness and lack of paying attention to anything going on around him could, when he felt like it, be rather observant. In this instance, Juka couldn't help but notice that Nexus appeared to be quite enthusiastic himself. In fact, if Juka was not mistaken he would enjoy the full experience of riding a bubble in a storm.
With a wide mischievous grin Juka let go of almost all of his careful control of his bubble, exerting only so much as to slowly, if not exactly directly, make his way back towards his apartment and not actually collide with any solid objects. Almost immediately the wind took hold of the bubble, compelling it this way and that, chaotically as if the bubble were a ship on a stormy sea. He allowed the wind to almost buffet the bubble into nearby buildings, building up the appropriate level of terror and dread, until commanding it, at the very last possible moment, to spin around the building, moving swiftly up or down or to the side as whim took him. Juka couldn't help but burst out into laughter, hoping that Nexus was enjoying the wild ride as much as he was. This was what being alive was all about, this was what being a mutant was all about. He pitied, just a little, those poor individuals who were forced to remain rooted upon the ground but he was enjoying himself far to much to really dwell upon such things.
“This is incredible! I think you've got the coolest power I've ever seen!”
"Why thank you," Juka said beaming. He hadn't even stopped to wonder if Nexus was a mutant himself or not, but then it really didn't matter to him anyway. All that mattered was that he was able to share his joy and his power with another person. All to soon, however, they made it back to his apartment and he landed on the balcony, perfectly gently. Unbubbling and opening the balcony door wide enough for them to enter, he beckoned Nexus inside.
Juka smirked at the not quite shiny man, picking up on the fact that he too seemed not entirely pleased with the state of his dripping wet clothes. Well, Juka would just have to rectify that situation when they got back to his apartment. By Juka's ever critical eye, Jake seemed to be a little shorter than him and a little broader of build but he was fairly sure that he must have something that would fit the poor man And poor man indeed, for it was quite apparent that he truly was in need of Juka's help, and not just to help him get out of the rain and wind.
Unbubbling with another grimace of distaste as the wind and rain hit him, Juka accepted Jake's hand and grinned. "I am Juka Miami," he announced grandly, despite the fact that he was now dripping water. He then stepped closer to Jake, possibly to close for personal comfort but Juka had little concept of personal space anyway, and rebubbled himself, this time including Jake in his bubble. "Make sure you hold on," Juka warned generously. "You wouldn't want to plummet to your doom would you?" The words were said far too cheerily given their context.
Warning properly stated, Juka commanded his bubble up and away, more than a little pleased with the fact that he was no longer getting rained on if not entirely pleased with the fact that Jake's sopping clothes weren't helping his goal of personal dryness. As Juka began heading back towards h is apartment he was careful to only allow the wind to buffet his bubble a little bit, knowing that those not used to traveling by bubble could find it more than a little disorienting. He did not, however, stop his fun entirely. He was doing a good deed, after all, and every good deed deserved a little fun as a reward.
So fixated was Juka upon his 2 new chosen kittens that he didn't even notice that Jewel was trying to give him a look or trying to send him any sort of message at all. Then again, even in the best of times he wasn't very good with subtlety or picking up on subtle hints of any sort but today was special because there were fuzzy and wonderful kittens involved. "I will name you Ninetails," he pointed at the little black ball of fluff, "and you Jolteon," this time a point at the little white ball of fluff. He didn't exactly notice or care that no one he had come to the store with seemed to be paying attention to him or the fact that 2 of the other patrons were giving him something of a funny look. After all, he was thoroughly distracted and used to receiving funny looks besides.
Juka momentarily looked up from his new kittens and beamed at Aura as she described how she would take care of her new parrot and teach it to fly. She was a little strange, Juka decided, but who was he to judge people for their oddities? And she did have that lovely pink bubble-like aura so of course that in itself must speak highly of her. He would have mentioned to her that he didn't think that parrots ate mice (although he didn't exactly know much about parrots so he might be wrong) but the woman had come back to help him purchase his kitties and that took all of his constantly skittering attention.
"I'll have Ninetails and Jolteon," Juka announced, giggling like and excited little girl. He grinned happily, first at Jewel and then at Aura as the woman carefully extracted the kittens and put them into a little cardboard kitten carrying box. He then followed her up to the counter and payed for the kittens with his debit card. Money was never an issue for him, his estranged parents making sure that he had plenty, and he didn't even blink at the $500 for the two of them. They were kitties, after all, and they were worth every single penny. That and he didn't exactly have the soundest appreciation for exactly how much money $400 was.
Kitten case in hand Juka turned back to the two girls, grinning. "So, where to next?" He blatantly ignored the mutterings of the other patrons in the store, or perhaps he didn't even notice them, who could really tell?
“You have five seconds to get off of me before I deem you mentally retarded and ventilate your skull”
Juka blinked and then reluctantly got off of the man who was so very clearly not Jewel, feeling close to tears. It really wasn't at all fair. Here he was stuck in this horrible sightless body when all he wanted was to get his own fabulously gorgeous body and bubbles back. And then he had come to his bestest friend Jewel who apparently wasn't Jewel and now the non-jewel was being mean to him. Life just wasn't fair at all and he clearly deserved better!
"You're mean," Juka said, pouting. And then Juka had the sudden and undeniable urge to bow to the Ghosty who was not a ghosty because she was obviously a princess and princesses needed to be bowed to. How had he not realized that fact before anyway? And so with that in mind he got on one knee and bowed majestically to Princess Ghosty and glared at not-Jewel as she refused to do the same thing. Didn't she realize she was in the presence of royalty?
“Assuming you’ve managed to purge at least some vestige of idiocy from your system I suggest you start talking; what do you know? When did you switch bodies, why has it happened? Have you been able to contact your original bodies?”
And just as quickly as the urge had come upon Juka to bow to the royal princess Ghosty, it left him and he was left more confused than ever. Oh, this really wasn't a good day at all and he just hoped it would end soon and when it did he would awaken to find that this was all some horrible nightmare. That, or he really wanted to kick the not-Jewel because she was obviously an ass and deserved to be kicked. Right in the shin. But that didn't seem like the best thing to do either so he settled for answering questions as best he could.
"Um...I woke up in this horrible body this morning, it happened because whoever took my body was plainly jealous of how fabulous and amazing I am and I didn't even think to contact my original body." Now that certainly had potential. Why hadn't he thought of it before? Then he realized why. Clearly if they were jealous of him, as they must be, then they would most certainly want to keep his body so if he contacted them they would most likely try to kill him and Juka really didn't want to die. "What if he kills me when I try to talk to him?" Juka asked dramatically, with more than a hint of panic in his voice. "I can't die now, not in the prime of my far too short life!"
Focus? How could Juka possibly focus when there was a beautiful kitty standing there right in front of him demanding his attention? He couldn't' possibly ignore such a wonderful creature as it could he? No, that wouldn't be right at all. Everyone knew, or at least should know, that kitties were the only creatures worthy of as much worship as Juka himself and his laundry could surely wait until he had given the requisite amount of attention to his new furred friend?
And then the kitty talked and Juka jumped back in startlement, staring at the little furred creature. He hadn't just imagined that had he? "Kitty?" Juka asked in confusion. He gave it a long and appraising look. "Talking kitty?" He then looked to Ghost for affirmation and reassurance that he wasn't crazy. Then he looked back down at the kitty that maybe wasn't quite as kittyful has he had first thought? After all, he had yet to meet any kitties that could actually talk.
"Meow?" Juka asked. After all, the kitty had just spoken human so perhaps it would work both ways and Juka could now speak kitty back to him.
As Juka bobbed and weaved through the rain and win he was suddenly distracted by something quite plainly shiny. Or rather, not actually physically shiny but it definitely had a shiny aspect to it. It really should have been shiny, he was quite certain of that fact, and why it was not, in actual reality shiny, he really couldn't figure out. His first pass around the shiny man he caught a glimpse only out of the corner of his eye so, taking more firm control of his bubble, he made for a second pass, this time pausing just above the shiny man to study him closely.
Studying the shiny man closer, Juka was just plain puzzled. He was plainly fabulous, he might almost say nearly as fabulous as himself, but there was no reason why he should be. The man positively glowed with an aura of amazing and yet looking down at the cold wet man, there was nothing exceptional about him. So, of course, the only natural thing to do when confronted with a shiny man who simply should not be shiny, was to poke him with a bubble tendril and that was exactly what Juka did.
Settling himself a couple of feet above the man, Juka sent out a reflective tendril, simply wanting to touch the man to make sure he was solid. Shiny wonderfully amazing men had to be confirmed to be reality before they could be trusted. It was only common sense. Then, discovering that he did, indeed, appear to be solid, Juka suddenly felt profound pity for him. Here he was, a sopping wet and cold shiny man who was almost as fabulous as Juka himself and he was stuck in this horrible raining, storming weather. It didn't seem right, somehow. People that fabulous should have bubbles to ride, or at least warm dry places to reside in during storms like this.
"Would you like to come with me to my apartment? Its dry there, and warm," Juka offered grandly, thinking neither of the potential dangers of allowing a stranger not only into his apartment but into his bubble as well, nor of the fact that the stranger might have a problem riding in a giant floating bubble. And then he realized, horror of horrors, that if the stranger did agree to his offer his precious clothes might get wet since the shiny man was dripping with water. He almost groaned audibly, barely managing to restrain himself and taking solace in the fact that he had more clean and dry clothes at home, thanks to the wonderful Ghosty who had taught him to do laundry.
Life was good. That was the one thing that Juka was rather certain about. What wasn't to love about life, really, when your name was Juka Miami? People worshiped him, he didn't have to work at all in order to afford his life, he had quite possibly the best most cool mutant power every and he was, simply put, absolutely fabulous. And then there were his new kitties, Ninetales and Jolteon and they were everything he had wanted in a pair of kitties and more besides, being quite possibly the most furriest cutiest most adorable and lovable kitties ever. There was, of course, the minor annoyance that he wasn't able to flaunt his mutant power as he would like to be able to (and why shouldn't he be able to show the world that he was even more amazing than they all ready knew him to be?) but he wasn't about to let that get him down, especially not on a beautiful night like tonight. And by beautiful night he did, of course, mean that it was poring out rain, there was thunder to be heard and many bright and impressive flashes of lightening and the wind was blowing atrociously. Anyone else might consider it a horrible night to be out but for Juka he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to go for a float around the city.
After making sure that his precious kittens were fed and watered Juka spent a little time on his hair and makeup, somewhat less time than usual since he was reasonably certain that he wasn't about to meet anyone in this kind of weather and then opened the balcony door, bubbled himself and floated out onto his balcony. With a secondary bubble he picked up a piece of metal and used that to mostly close the window, keeping it open a crack. Then he floated over to the edge of the balcony and before he knew it he was floating over a large expanse of empty air, the storm raging around him.
As much as Juka enjoyed floating in calm weather, there was nothing quite like the experience of floating in the midst of a storm. He allowed the winds to have relatively free reign over his bubble, allowing them to push and pull him where they would. He had, of course, no real destination or purpose except to thoroughly enjoy himself and before he knew it he was laughing in absolute glee, much like a child on a roller coaster. Turbulent skies raged around and rain battered the barriers of his bubble but within he was as warm, dry and cozy as anyone could ever want to be. It was a wild ride, more thrilling than any roller coaster could ever be and for once Juka completely ignored the possibility of anyone seeing him in all his mutant glory. Not that there were many people out on the streets anyway, but instead of remaining safely dozens of feet above the tallest building, he instead allowed the winds to carry him right to the ground, almost colliding with it, before allowing them to carry him back up again. Spinning daringly around buildings and street lamps, Juka retained just enough control of his bubble to ensure that he didn't actually collide with anything and remained completely obvious to the world outside of his bubble.
"Showtime. Are you a performer?" Juka beamed gloriously down at him. Despite having been in the city for more than a month he still hadn't gotten together a group of musicians in order to start up his band and a critical look at the man on the ground told him that he just might be dashing enough to be worthy of being on stage with him. If, that was, he was any sort of performer and, in particular, a performer that could play an instrument.
And then he registered, slightly belatedly it was true, that he had just been called "kiddo" and couldn't help but giggle at the title. He had been called many things in the past, most of them some sort of compliment or endearment, many of which were more than a little worshipful, some of which were comments on his occasional lapse of common sense and occasionally comments relating to not appreciating a man hitting on another man, but "kiddo" was definately a first.
It took Juka a few minutes to restrain his giggling amusement but when he did he settled himself gracefully upon the ground beside Showtime, silently bemoaning the fact that his skirts might get soiled upon the ground and wishing he could just bubble himself right there in public. Oh how he wished he didn't have to hid the fact that he was a mutant. "I am afraid, darling, that I do not drink," Juka responded to the offer with an apologetic smile. He dug in his purse and pulled out a bottle of water. "But I would most certainly enjoy that company of someone as beautiful as you are, dear hart, especially if, as your name suggests, you are some sort of performer."
It was a beautiful day and Juka fully intended to take advantage of that fact. The sun was out, the temperature was warm and there was no rain to be seen. After a meticulous hour of ensuring the perfect appearance and that not a hair was out of place he decided on a ride to Central Park. And so, after feeding his kittens Ninetales and Jolteon he had caught a taxi to central park. He had been using his bubbles as transport too often lately, he had decided, and it was time that he return tot he people and travel in the way of regular humans for once. Exiting the cab he bowed elaborately to the driver and left a generous tip.
Juka began walking aimlessly within Central Park, not having any particular destination in mind and simply admiring the beauty around him. Even the humans were beautiful, in their way, especially those that turned and stared adoringly at him. He smiled back glowingly at his admiring fans. It wasn't their fault that they admired him so, how could they not when he was as beautiful and amazing as he was? And soon they would admire him all the more when he had his band and was playing to his hordes of worshipers once again.
As Juka walked he began to feel just the slightest bit dissatisfied. He really must be getting far to used to being able to bubble around everywhere, he decided, since walking now seemed slow and laborious. All he wanted to do was to lift off of the ground and float effortlessly into the sky. Imagine all of the adoring stares he would get then, people wouldn't be able to help but admire his profound grace and beauty when he was hovering above them in all his glory. But, in with much sorrow, he decided against it. For all his lack of common sense about practical day to day matters, he at least knew enough to recognize that mutants were not exactly openly accepted by many and if he was to pull a stunt like that more likely than not he would end up needing to run for his life. Not that he couldn't run (or float as it were) faster than any human, but it just didn't seem like a fun way to spend an afternoon.
So caught up in his own private thoughts was he that Juka just barely managed to catch himself before accidentally running into a tattooed man under a tree. "Oh my," he said, by way of apology, just as he nearly collided with the man. He didn't immediately notice the wires. "You really should be more visible or you might get hurt," Juka scolded, looking down at the man. But he smiled happily despite his scolding tone. "I almost stepped on you." He extended a hand, not even thinking that the other might not want to talk to him (he was Juka Miami after all and that meant that everyone wanted to talk to him) or that there might be certain dangers in shaking hands with strangers. "Juka Miami and I am sooo sorry to have almost stepped on you."
Juka happily followed Jewel up to her room and put on the clothes she offered him. They weren't quite up to his usual standard of fabulouslness but they fit well and they did have a certain amount of practicality that most of his wardrobe lacked. Besides, if he had to accept clothes from someone other than himself then he knew that Jewel was the only one he could possible accept from. She did, after all, have impeccable taste.
As soon as he was dressed, and with only a slight frown at his present lack of grandeur, though he quickly expelled it from his mind knowing the grand time he was about to have, Juka skipped down the stairs to meet the others. "I have returned to you all," he announced grandly, doing a flip from several stairs up and landing gracefully on his feet. He couldn't ever have a simple entrance, after all.
(OOC: Sorry for the delay in replying the new job kind of drained my creative juices for a couple weeks)
Juka was a little disappointed that Jewel apparently wasn't about to allow him to buy her a puppy but didn't let his disappointment show, nor did it affect him for long. There was simply too much excitement to be had and there was still the decision of which kittens to get. How could anyone be expected to decide when they were all simply so adorable and lovable? It was cruel and inhumane to have to leave some of the furred critters behind.
"Your parrot doesn't fly, my dear," Juka explained to Aura with a beaming smile, not even occurring to him that the very idea was a rather ludicrous one to have. "It is a parrot, to be your loyal and colorful companion until the end of its days or yours. Why, I don't even think it would know what to do in the jungle." Not that there was a jungle in New York but that fact didn't register in Juka's mind.
"I will have the white one and the black one," Juka announced magnimoniously as he turned back to the kittens, a decision finally having been made. Then he blinked in confusion, realizing that the woman who had been helping them previously was no longer there. "Hello?" he called out, not realizing that she had left to go count Aura's money. "Will someone please come and let me have my kittens?"
Juka blinked confusedly at the assertion that the man was not a cat at all. And then began nodding as the explanation progressed and things finally started making sense. It had looked a little odd for a kitty, even a giant kitty, after all but he had just assumed that it was a mutant kitty or something. Well, it turned out to be a mutant all right, just not exactly a mutant kitty. "I've never heard of a foo dog before," Juka said. He tensed a little as the man jumped closer to him, but since he didn't seem to be in any danger at the moment he didn't command his bubble to move.
And then to discover that the man was just playing with him? Well cat's did something play a little rough so maybe that was understandable. But he just said that he wasn't a cat, didn't he? Juka was confused all over again and he couldn't help but have that confusion show on his face. He never had learned the art of hiding his emotions. What was the point, after all? He was to be a huge rock star and rock stars needed everyone to see their emotions. The emotions rang in the music or else the music meant nothing.
"My name is Juka," he replied with an elaborate bow. "And you would be?" It was in that moment that it occurred to Juka that the next time he met a mutant it might be more than just a non-kitty wanting to play. They might actually be dangerous and all he would be able to do was run away. He frowned visibly wondering what to do with this unfortunately intruding thought. What if there was no one to defend him? What if next time someone actually wanted him to bleed? Horrified emotions played across his face.
