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 nodded most definitively at Ghosty's advice to be careful. He could plainly see that the laundry mat wasn't the most upstanding of places and he knew that there were people out there that were jealous of him and his perfection. And besides, he had his beautiful ever helpful goddess Ghosty to help protect too. "I swear to let no brigand accost either you, my beautiful one, or myself," Juka announced valiantly.
Juka landed beside Ghosty and hefted his bag of laundry over his shoulder, dismayed that he had to carry it by hand, though only a short distance. He watched and listened with great intensity and interest as he was explained the ins and outs of how to sort laundry and all that was involved in a successful clothes washing endeavor. It was strangely fascinating to him, having never had to deal with such mundane tasks before. How did people manage it all, he wondered.
So intently concentrating on his laundry washing lessons was he that Juka almost failed to notice the cat that had suddenly appeared and doubtless would not have noticed at all had the shirt he was about to pick up in order to properly sort wasn't suddenly pulled to the floor. And that's when he noticed the most beautiful ginger and white striped tomcat who had taken a liking to said shirt. He grinned and let out a happy little eep type sound, not even caring that it was currently using its claws on his precious shirt. Cats were the only creature allowed to commit such an act because he knew, without doubt, that cats were the only creatures just as fabulous as himself.
Juka crouched down, laundry completely forgotten, and tried to coax the cat to him. It was only right that he should give it every bit of the attention that it so rightfully deserved. He wondered if it had a home or was in need of a good home. It looked far too well groomed to be wild, but one just never knew.
Juka couldn't figure out what that strange noise was that the giant cat was making. Was it choking on something? Was it sick? Or maybe it was afraid of Juka now that he had weapons (such as the bricks were). No, that didn't seem right the cat definitely did not appear to be afraid of Juka. If anything it looked...a little amused? And how did a giant lion-cat look amused anyway? Juka really didn't know but he was fairly certain that this particular one did.
Then the cat moved and jumped right over top of Juka and his bubble (he hadn't realized he was still even close enough for it to reach him let alone jump right over him) and Juka floated backwards some. He was about to turn around and face the giant cat once again when he heard a voice yelling at him and, upon maneuvering his bubble around in the direction of the voice, where the cat previously had been, he saw a naked man. It was much more of a surprise to see a man there at all, rather than a giant angry amused kitty, then it was the fact that the man now standing there was naked.
Then there was the fact that the man just insulted Juka and he would have been patently indignant had he not still been so plainly surprised at the change from the cat to the man. "You're not a kitty at all," Juka finally said, after a lengthy pause while he digested the fact that the giant kitty was now a naked man who was most certainly neither furred nor giant. "You're not going to hit me again are you," Juka asked tentatively and a little fearfully. As much as he liked kitties, he most certainly did not like kitties that gave him bruises.
If Juka had known how to read the expressions of a foo dog he might have realized that this particular one didn't take kindly to being referred to as a giant kitty. As it was, however, this was the first foo dog that he had ever encountered and he had no idea that one could even have expressions, let alone expressions to express dislike and indignation. Nor could he possibly conceive that giant kitty would be any sort of an insult anyway. It was meant as the most wonderful of compliments because everyone knew that kitties were, of course, the most fabulous creatures around and this giant one was indeed a most beautiful and fabulous kitty. It moved with such power and grace that Juka couldn't help but admire it. He only wished that he had a more appropriate gift to offer the great kitty, his little kitten snack seeming woefully undersized.
When the kitty walked forward a few feet Juka didn't even think to move his bubble backwards; even the roar wasn't enough to truly get across the fact that he should be afraid and the kitty really was much more dangerous than any other kitty he had ever encountered. After all, he was offering it a treat (though he did notice that it didn't deign to actually take his treat which was quite disappointing indeed) and what kitty did not like kitty treats? And then, almost in slow motion, or so it seemed to Juka, the kitty lifted one of its great paws and swatted at Juka's bubble. He shrieked in pain as his bubble compress around his leg and felt a great kitten paw collide solidly with his ever so delicate leg. Meanwhile, he momentarily lost control of his bubble and it spun wildly in the opposite direction of where the attack had come from, several feet away from the great cat.
It only took him a few seconds to regain control of his bubble but when he did he was certain to hold it many feet above the wayward (and very much dangerous as he had just discovered) cat. "That hurt!" Juka cried dramatically. He was going to bruise, he was certain of it, and it would be a horrible purple welt that would last for days. He would have pouted if he was not so dismayed that the giant cat had turned on him and spurned his offering so deliberately. Looking around furtively (but not quite willing to take his eyes of the mean nasty kitty) he spotted a few bricks on a nearby rooftop and sent 3 tendrils over there in order to bubble himself 3 bricks and kept them protectively in front of him in case the cat could jump far higher than he was prepared for.
"Bad kitty," Juka scolded. "All I was trying to do was make a friend and give you a treat and you had to swat me like a giant cat swats at a giant mouse. Is that any way to treat the only creature on this earth as amazing as you?" He hovered about 15 feet above the foo dog.
As always Juka reveled in the freedom his glorious bubble offered him. He bore no ill will against the humans far below him but on nights like this, oh how he pittied them. They would never know what it was like to simply step off the balcony and instead of plummeting to a horrible untimely death on the pavement below, float gloriously into the sky on a beautiful bubble of force. His soap bubble, as his good friend Jewel so enjoyed calling it. He grinned at the thought of his beautiful little Jewel. She truly was a sweet little doll and almost as fabulous as he himself was. Quite an amazing woman, she was.
Juka watched as the humans scurried about their lives far below them, a soft smile playing on his lips. He loved them, in their own way, loved the fact that they admired and sometimes even worshiped him most of all. Dark as it was out this night there really wasn't any risk of them seeing him floating far above them, not that they had a tendency to look up even in the brightest daylight anyway. Humans were funny like that; never expected that anything could be above them and certainly never expecting that someone could be watching them. They really had no idea how beautiful they were. Juka laughed a little at the strange, melancholy mood that he found himself in this night. It wasn't really like him to be so contemplative and it certainly wasn't like him to be concentrating on the lives of others instead of his own glorious self. But sometimes his midnight flights did this too him and put him in this strange mood.
Juka was drifting aimlessly, his thoughts wandering just as much as his bubble when he spotted a strange sight down below him. It was...some sort of giant lion-like creature? Jumping from rooftop to rooftop? How very fascinating, not to mention exciting! It must be another mutant! Having not the slightest thought that this mutant could be potentially dangerous, indeed any strange mutant could be potentially dangerous, Juka brought his bubble down closer so that he could get a better look at the thing. It was quite beautiful, he decided, not to mention the fact that it looked like it could more than take care of itself.
At first Juka followed, a few feet above it, easily keeping up as it bounded from rooftop to rooftop. He wasn't exactly trying to stay hidden from it, but he didn't immediately make his presence known either. Then, deciding that he simply must have a better look, he maneuvered his bubble so that he could circle it, beginning behind it and then floating in front of it, keeping about 10 ft distant from it at all times. "Hello giant kitty," Juka said happily. He dug in his purse for a kitty treat that he had stored in there for his own kittens and, despite the fact that it was kitten sized and plainly not foo-dog sized, bubbled it into a mini bubble, extended a tendril and offered it to the giant lion-creature.
"Of course I sing," Juka announced happily and proceeded to sing a verse from one of his old Ukime songs. "I had a small amount of notoriety back in Tokyo and soon I will be truly famous. How could the masses not love me?" It wasn't said, so much with massive ego, but more a statement of fact. In his mind the masses couldn't help but love him because he was Juka Miami and he was therefore amazing.
Juka thought long and hard about laundry and how the servants back home used to deal with it. He seemed to remember them hanging some of the laundry from clothe lines rather than just putting it in a machine, though he had no idea why they would do such a thing. "Wash and then hang," he announced, pleased that he had remembered and come to such a monumental decision.
Juka went searching in a closet for a bag and emerged a couple of minutes later, successful in his quest. He hummed to himself as he put all of his dirty clothes into the bag. He wondered if it was dark enough and late enough to bubble the heavy bag of laundry to the laundry mat, or at least most of the way there and decided that it was. With the bag of laundry safely in his arms he stepped out onto the balcony and summed his bubble. "Well, are you coming my dear Ghosty?" he asked expectently.
As soon as the door to Jewel's room opened, Juka rushed in to embrace oldest and bestest friend who would surely save him and help him gain his revenge against the evil horrible body snatchers. He was almost hysterical with relief and apprehension, in equal measures, not thinking at all about certain practicalities, such as the fact that Jewel would probably prefer to be able to breathe. Then he registered what the Jewel body was saying about not actually being Jewel. His face fell and he stepped back from her.
"Jewel?" His voice was hopeless and helpless and his expression was despairing. "Your not Jewel?" It took a moment for that to register properly. How was he going to raise his army if he didn't have is Jewel at the forefront, helping him command his soldiers? He couldn't be expected to command on his own could he? And then another thing occurred to him a moment later. The evil body snatchers had stolen Jewel's body too!
"You bastard!" Juka yelled indignantly. "Give Jewel back her body now or I swear I'll make you suffer horribly!" It didn't matter that he had never made anyone suffer in his entire life; indeed he had no skill at fighting at all. Nor did it matter that he still hadn't gotten used to his non-vision and that would make fighting difficult even if he did know how to fight. Then there was the fact that he didn't have a weapon, in fact he didn't even have a shirt. At that moment, all that mattered was the fact that this evil horrible person had stolen his friend's body and had to be made to suffer and since there was no one else to enact the suffering, it was all up to Juka. He charged recklessly, intending to tackle the foul creature to the ground. Half way through his charge, and far to late to take back the ill conceived action, he registered the fact that this person might not be the evil body snatcher he envisioned, but might be a victim just like they were.
Juka jumped up excitedly then contemplated his current clothing situation. He wasn't really used to needing practical clothes for events like this. He was a glamorous performer, not an athlete. He didn't even know if he had brought any practical clothes with him from Tokyo and even if he had they certainly weren't in the Mansion here with him.
"Um...Jewel, sweetness?" he asked, almost meekly. "It does seem as if I am in a quandary. You see, I don't want my beautiful skirts to get ruined in the rigors of competition and I simply have no appropriate clothing for this most amazing of events. Could you, dear heart, possibly lend me something. I promise I'll make it up to you." He looked up at her with pleading puppy dog eyes.
As enthralled as Juka was by his kittens, he was not so enthralled that he failed to notice that his two companions had found creatures of their own to draw their attention; puppies in the case of Jewel and birds in the case of Aura. He had never been much of a dog or a bird person himself (they simply didn't match his haughty and perfect disposition) but he had to admit that the puppies were rather adorable (even if not quite as adorable as his kittens) and even the parrot was rather bright and colorful and therefor appealing in its own way.
"I have it!" Juka announced in his own unique fashion. "Its hardly fair that only I should come out of here with my precious kittens when I can so obviously see that both of you wonderful girls have attractions of your own. Jewel, my darling, you obviously must have your puppies. Take as many as you like and I'm sure they will be more than happy in your wonderful home." He turned to Aura. "And Aura, dear heart, I see you eying that stately looking bird there. I simply insist that you must have it."
Juka turned back to his kittens grinning. It was still such a difficult decision to make, which kittens should he take and which would he be forced to leave. "Oh I just can't decide," he flung up his arms in desperation. Why did life have to be so horribly difficult?
Juka purred and moved his body even closer to that of his beautiful prince. Although he was not demanding, he was, after all, the perfect princess and princesses did not demand, but he was receptive. Princesses were meant to be spoiled and adored and it would be unseemly to try and take what wasn't offered freely.
Juka ran his delacit fingers lovingly through his sweet red angel's hair. "I am Juka Miami and one day very soon I am going to be famous. Everyone will know my face and my songs will be heard in every household." He began singing in Japanese, a slow sensual ballad, one of the songs he had sung during his time with Ukime. He looked tenderly into Venus' eyes as he did so, singing for his ears only.
Juka smiled softly and subtly repositioned himself to make it easier for his regal prince to remove the strap of his dress. He began caressing the neck and shoulder of his noble lover softly.
Juka grinned happily at Jewel, much like a little child eagerly anticipating a shiny new toy. And in some ways Juka was much like a little child. The world still held a fascinating wonder for him, all color and mystery and new discoveries to be made. And kittens, he was quite certain, would be the best discovery of all with their furry cuteness and their endless curiosity and boundless energy. Kittens and Juka were simply made to be together. He might not be able to dedicate himself to any one person (he wasn't about to refrain from anyone having a chance to experience his absolute wonder, if nothing else) but he could most certainly dedicate himself to kittens.
"May I help you?" a woman at the desk of the store asked as Juka made his grand entrance. She was in her early 20s and a little on the plain side, but still rather cute with her short black hair. She smiled helpfully although stared just a little bit longer than was strictly polite. Not that Juka minded of course; he didn't dress this way to not get noticed after all.
With a glowing smile and a grand gesture, Juka announced, "I am here to purchase kittens from your fine establishment." Not waiting for a response from the woman he walked further into the store until he spotted exactly what he was looking for. In the center of the store was a large enclosed area complete with kitten toys and kitten dens and kitten food and drink. And, best of all, were the kittens themselves. There were six of them, ranging in color from an all black kitten to an all white kitten, 2 that were a combination of black and white, a grey striped kitten and a black, white and grey spotted kitten. 2 of them were playing together and the other 4 were sleeping in a little furry kitten heap.
Juka let out a joyous yell as he saw the kittens. "I wish I could take them all home with me," he stated mournfully. Then stopped to consider, could he take them all home with him? But no, best just to start with two. Wasn't it? Oh the decisions. His life was just so very difficult at times!
Juka clung tightly to the not ghost during the entire cab ride to the Mansion. He began humming under his breath and then abruptly stopped, entirely disturbed that his voice came out low and deep. He moaned softly then tightened his grip around Ghost all the more. "I simply must get my body back, Ghosty dear. Oh how could this attrocity possibly have happened to us? You and me, my lovely Ghosty, we simply have to stick together and destroy these hurtful, evil, body snatching demons." Juka didn't notice the disbelieving looks or quiet mutterings from the cab driver at his little speech.
The ride to the Mansion wasn't long, much to Juka's profound relief. All he wanted was to recruit his army and get his precious beautiful body back. As he exited the taxi he didn't even pause to consider that there was payment to be concerned about and that the driver probably wouldn't be too pleased if he just skipped off without paying. That is, however, exactly what he did, or at least would have had he been comfortable with his strange not quite vision. Instead he was forced to walk a little more serenely to the Mansion gates. "It's Juka, I'm here to see Jewel," he stated into the intercom, magnimoniously. By now people knew who he was and didn't question his appearance, despite the change in his voice, and within a few moments the gate was unlocked and he went in, not bothering to check if Ghost was with him just assuming that she was.
The trip through the manson and up to Jewel's room took on a surreal quality. Juka was used to seeing colors and textures and brightness what he got now paled by comparison. His new world held no color and for him color was joy and so it held no joy. How would he possibly survive if he couldn't get his body back? Despair rose up in him again and he had to forcibly shove it back down again. Surely Jewel would be able to help him, his fabulous wonderful Jewel who put up with so many of his eccentricities. She would help him get back his precious body and help Ghost get hers back too and destroy the foul fiends who had dared to take what wasn't theirs and then they would all live happily ever after.
It was with these thoughts that Juka finally made it up to Jewel's room and loudly banged on the door. "Jewel, its me Juka," he yelled through the door, utterly uncaring if anyone else around might hear him and give him strange looks. Strange looks (really any looks) were something he was used to, after all, even if he was used to nothing else in this weird world he now found himself in. "I know this is going to sound strange but some fiendish demon has stolen my body and I need you, my dear wonderful Jewel, to help me recruit an army to take it back again." No thought at all that what he had just said was utterly ridiculous and in any other circumstances utterly unbelievable. He was Juka Miami and so of course he must be believed.
"You dance too, my darling?" Juka asked Aura, completely missing the fact that she wasn't referring to the sort of dancing that he was so familiar with. As he walked towards the pet store he did a simple dance along the street, perfectly timed with the music playing within his own mind. He knew that people were staring at him but didn't particularly care. If anything he liked the attention. He paused to grin in their direction before ceasing his dance.
Juka was finally starting to come to the realization that Aura was not like anyone he had ever before encountered. She had a darkness too her and a depth of character that was starting to make Juka just the faintest bit uncomfortable. It wasn't that he was afraid of her, more that he didn't know how to deal with such things. His own past, while not perfect, was sheltered and his problems had been the problems of a rich adolescent and nothing worse than that. Even so, he determined that he could still try and bring a little joy into her life, even if that life was not something he could easily comprehend.
Juka began humming to himself as he finally arrived at the entrance to the pet store. He did intend to get Aura some clothes and to fulfill his promise of food, honestly he did, but kitties had to come first. He grinned and held open the door. "After you, my fair ladies," he announced gallantly.
Juka patted the Ghost who was not a ghost on the back sympathetically. "I miss my powers too," he bemoaned woefully. "I miss floating and I miss my bubbles and I miss the sky and I miss seeing." He completely missed the reference to being in the future so consumed was he with his own sense of loss and the loss of his oh so close friend Ghost. Oh the injustices of the world!
"I just don't know what they could be doing with our poor bodies," Juka replied dramatically. It was a horrible thought to even contemplate. He had thought he knew why they would want his body (was he not the most beautiful creature around?) but discovering that poor Ghosty had lost her body too made him reevaluate things. Perhaps it was some sort of horrible conspiracy to steal their bodies and their powers. What a horrible thought.
"Its a conspiracy, my dear friend," Juka stated mournfully. "Someone was jealous of us and our gifts and viciously stole what was ours. But we will get them back! We must get them back!" There was a rare note of determination in his voice. He wasn't quite sure how to accomplish the feat, but he was certain that someone within the Mansion must surely know.
Juka grinned happily at the arrival of the taxi and was contentedly ushered within. "Indeed Xavior's is where we must go," he agreed, nodding. "You are, my kind and generous man, our savior."
"You know each other?" Juka blinked, finally realizing that Jewel and Aura seemed to have some familiarity with one another. He wondered where beautiful, elegant, high class Jewel would have met the somewhat less high class and, now that he really payed attention, kind of dirty and ragged teenager, would have met each other. Then again, they were both mutants so that would probably explain everything.
Juka grinned at the mention of getting Aura clothes, all thoughts and contemplations of the mystery at hand forgotten in the excitement of going shopping and, more than just shopping, helping make the pretty little teenager absolutely gorgeous. And who better to help with such a thing than himself and Jewel?
"My dear pink Aura," Juka began, "it would be my absolute pleasure to find you some fitting and beautiful clothes that will make your figure even more stunning than it all ready is." Hearing the words of her friends' deaths he wasn't certain how to react to that. Instead of debating how he should act, he gave a sympathetic smile and started off towards where he believed the nearest bet store to be. Jewel would comfort her if she needed it, surely? And of course, he expected both of them to follow wherever he led. Kitties first and clothing second. He began humming happily to himself.
Juka giggled as he was so valiantly scooped up and then deposited on the bed. He looked up at his big red prince, adoration in his eyes. The hotel was perfect, the room was perfect. Everything, it seemed, was perfect this night, his Venus being the most perfect thing of all. And Juka knew that he would be the perfect little princess for his prince because he couldn't possibly be anything else.
Juka beamed at the compliment to his beauty and literally purred as Venus' mouth found its way to his neck. "Oh my wonderful prince, you are quite stunning yourself and to get to know you...all of you would bring me nothing but the utmost pleasure." His voice was lower than usual with just a hint of huskiness.
Juka strategically moved his body closer to Venus' as he began to nibble on his ear. "And what, my perfect prince, would you like to know about me?"
