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 laughed at Jewel's words. "I think I grew up," he informed her, giggling. "Now come on my dear," Juka beckoned, walking over to open up the window. He waited for Jewel to come close to him and then wrapped his arms around her gently and proceeded to bubble the two of them a moment later, causing them to both bob off the ground a foot.
In another moment Juka mentally commanded the bubble to rise higher until they were many dozens of feet above the Mansion roof. They began moving slowly at first and then quickly picked up speed. He didn't do any of his usual acrobatics, knowing that the first time he had flown in his bubble it had been rather disorienting and not wanting to accidentally make his friend sick or anything like that. He did, however, go high enough and fast enough to give her a glorious view of the city far below.
Finally they approached Times Square and he mentally commanded his bubble to lower, choosing a spot in a little darkened alley where they weren't likely to be noticed. With an impish giggle he made his bubble disappear and looked at Jewel expectantly, a huge grin on his face.
"You have a bookstore?" Juka asked. "Why that's positively wonderful. I love books." It came out dramatically and probably a little more strongly than it actually was in truth. It was more accurate to say that he loved manga, but surely any self respecting bookstore would also sell his favorite mangas?
"You are absolutely beautiful," Juka states, as Ghost became solid. "And what business would that be?" he asked, copying Ghost by rolling up his sleeves also. He was starting to become a little worried about what exactly this woudl entail. Why hadn't his father given him just a little bit more money so that he could afford servants? Or at least, just one servant. He didn't need need any more than that, surely, since his apartment really wasn't all that large.
"There really does need to be a power to deal with all this cleaning stuff," Juka stated sadly as he looked around. He hadn't been there long enough for things to start becoming too messy, but there was a bit of dust starting to accumulate and his laundry basket was full. There were a few dishes but his tendency to eat out minimized that and his garbage was needing to be taken out.
"You really are an angel," Juka told Ghost adoringly. "So sweet and kind to come all this way and help me out." He approached her, intending to hug her if she would allow him to do so.
"Of course I am one of a kind," Juka stated self-importantly, not even bothering to comment on the use of the word kid in reference to him. The journey to his new apartment turned out to be fairly short and not nearly as bad as he had thought it might be. In fact it got him to thinking that he might even want a scooter of his own. Or even better, a motorcycle. Ya, that was it exactly, he needed a motorcycle. Not one of those big biker bikes of course, but something sleek and fast and just as fabulous as Juka himself was. That would be right at the top of his list of things to do once he was properly settled.
"Thank you for your wonderful kindness in bringing me here," Juka said dramatically. "You have been a dear dear friend to me and I promise I will never forget your good heart in helping a poor lost Japanese boy." He almost brought his head closer in order to give Tetsuya a peck on the cheek but caught himself at the last moment and just smiled instead. He had promised, after all.
Getting off the scooter Juka curtsied deeply. "I hope to have the opportunity to see you again." With that he turned his back on his knight and walked the rest of the short way to the apartment, disappearing inside its doors.
Juka covered his eyes like the good (well, perfect was more like it) friend he was and then uncovered them when he was beckoned to do so. "You look positively stunning," he gushed at Jewel, grinning from ear to ear. Now here was someone he could walk around town with and not fear to overshadow. She was every bit (well ok, maybe not every bit but as close as one could possibly come) as fabulously amazing as he was.
"Now, as to your terms," Juka stated, going into negotiation mode. "I will be glad to buy you breakfast and even lunch. Not getting into trouble goes without saying. My kittens will be lovely angels and will not dare to get hair on your clothes or mine. Now, as for this no powers rule, I get to float you over to times square. We land somewhere without to many people and no powers after that. Deal?" He extended his hand, expecting a handshake. He was being perfectly fair and he knew she would get a thrill out of floating around far above the city. He simply wouldn't allow her to refuse.
I was wondering if anyone would be interested in the idea of a Mutant Olympics or something like that. A bunch of different varied events could be decided on and then different mutants would compete in them. Each event would be judged in some manner and the mutant that scored the highest on the most events would win. Is it even feasible to run something like that?
"A soap bubble," Juka laughed in amusement. A soap bubble indeed, although obviously if his bubble was a soap bubble it was the most beautifully fantastic soap bubble ever. "Even my soap bubble is fabulous," he said grinning smugly.
"How could I not be kind to such a precious princess as yourself?" he asked, smiling broadly. There was something about her that Juka just felt drawn to, perhaps it was her adorable shyness that so tantalized him. He was determined, however, to help her come out of her shell. It would be good for her and if anyone could do it then he knew that he could.
"Strange indeed," Juka said with another impish grin. "And perhaps even destined," he suggested, though his voice wasn't entirely serious. He cocked his head to the side, consider. "Ooh, I know! We should have some sort of grand telekinetics competion or something. Or, even better a grand mutant competition. All in good fun, we can make different events and have judges and scores and everything. And the winner can get a trophy and hordes of adoring fans!" He grinned, pleased with himself and his glorious idea.
As Juka slowly floated towards his apartment he started humming happily. His voice was excellent and perfectly on tune. He was happy, both that he was going to have someone to help him do laundry (that really was a huge relief) and that he was going to have a pretty ghosty girl over.
It didn't' take long for Juka to make his way back to his apartment, careful to remain slow enough for Ghost to keep up with him. Gracefully he landed his bubble upon his balcony and a moment later it disappeared and his feet touched the balcony. He beckoned Ghost in with an elaborate wave of his hand.
"You are an absolute saint, my dear, and I would be happy to offer to buy you a coke in exchange for your profound kindness." Helping with his house chores wasn't, of course, but at least he had someone there to help and that was better than nothing. And besides, she needed him just as much as he needed her which was a new feeling for him.
The window of his appointment was open, just has he had left it, and he entered with a graceful step, going to the kitchen. "I may just have a cook in the fridge for you, my dear," he said opening it. Then his face dropped. There was no coke. There really wasn't much of anything actually. He hadn't gone shopping since he had come to the city a few days earlier and had been eating out since then. "Um...my profound apologies, darling, but I appear to be out of just about everything."
For once Juka simply stood quietly listening to the ghost talk. He wished that he could wrap is arms around her and give her a comforting hug, not sure what else he could do to make her feel better. But at present time he wasn't even able to do that much. "I'm so sorry to hear that," he said, instead, sounding almost as if he shared her pain.
"I'm glad you didn't stay dead," Juka said, his voice muted and sorrowful. "Whoever did that to you, I'm sure that he will suffer for it later. Karma will come against him and he will pay." His voice was unusually serious and intense. "And I will do everything in my power to take care of you." He bowed deeply inside his bubble.
With the transformation of the smoke into a person, Juka instantly went from serious and sad back to his usual excitable self, letting out and excited clap at her appearance. "You are positively beautiful, my dear. How could I not want to take care of such a gem?"
"And there is indeed a person in my bubble," Juka stated self-importantly. "You are certainly welcome to join me back at my apartment and I will deign to show you my glorious self as well as take as much care of you as you need." He grinned and started moving his bubble slowly back towards his apartment. "But...um...if I'm going to take care of you could you do something for me? Its not too much," he assured her quickly, "just, um, maybe some laundry and house cleaning?" His voice took on a note of pleading.
Juka gasped dramatically as the smoke voice replied to him that she had been killed, not even considering for a moment that it was far more likely that his original conclusion that this was a mutant was true and that the smoke might not be completely honest. "That's horrible!" he stated emphatically. "Who would do such a thing to you? And what's it like to be a ghost anyway?" Because, obviously, if she had died then she must be a ghost, right?
And then the ghost suggested that Juka might have been the one to kill her and he gasped once again, horrified at the very thought. Could he have done such a thing? Was there something that he didn't remember, someone that he had hurt and killed? But he hadn't even been in a fight before, let alone killed someone. Well, there was that one fight but he certainly hadn't gotten his own hands dirty defending himself (why would he risk breaking a nail when he had plenty of admirers more than willing to defend his honor?).
Now that Juka had finally worked that detail out, he shook his head in disagreement at the ghost. "I'm sorry your dead, I really am, but I don't think it was me. I hope you find out who did it though." Another pause for thought. "I can help if you want me to." He went to hug her but then realized two things. First, he was trapped in his floating bubble which tended to make things like hugging rather difficult and second, how did one hug a smokey ghost anyway? Maybe he should pat her shoulder with a tendril instead? But where was her shoulder anyway? Finally he decided that there was nothing more he could do.
As Juka sat dispiritedly on the side of the road he gradually came to realize that he was still in his pajamas. Or whoever pajamas these were. He didn't seem to have a shirt on at all and he couldn't really tell what the pants were like other than the fact that he had them. And what if they were some garish color like lime green or something like that? How could something like this possibly happen to him? To him? He was Juka Miami and things like this were simply not supposed to happen to Juka Miami. He put his head in his hands, despairingly.
Fairly quickly Juka realized that no matter how pitiful he tried to look no one was going to just come by and help him. The old Juka, the proper and real Juka, could simply look despondent and any number of people would come and help him, giving him sympathetic words and pretty much doing exactly what he asked them. Such were the advantages of being as beautiful and amazing as he knew he was. But this body, this horrible, hairy imperfect body was not his and it was not amazing and fabulous and he did not have hordes of worshipful people to help him all of which served to be thoroughly depressing. He needed his body back!
Getting unsteadily to his feet, still not comfortable with his weird new half vision (or whatever one woudl call it, he certainly didn't know) Juka slowly and cautiously made his way to the nearest street sign. Surely if he could figure out what street he was on he'd also be able to figure out how exactly to get the The Mansion. All of his plans were dashed in an instant, however, when he reached the signpost and discovered that he couldn't read whatever it was that was written on it. He let out a despairing moan and jumped at the sound of his voice. It wasn't his usual high pitched almost feminine voice, but much deeper than he was used to. Not surprising since he wasn't in his own body, but that didn't make it any less of a shock.
So he would be forced to ask some helpful people where, exactly, he was. "Excuse me," he called out to a passing person. "Excuse me could you," Nothing. "Could you, umm, maybe," another one walked past. He was starting to get frustrated now. As Juka anyone would stop to help him, even if it was only because he was a fantastically amazing novelty. Now, however, bereft of his natural charms and perfection, he was seeing what it was like for the rest of humanity to get by in the world. Of course, it probably didn't help that he was only half dressed and looked like he had just crawled out of bed (which he had of course), but it was nothing short of horrifically depressing.
Juka shook his finger at Jewel disapprovingly. "Now, hun, didn't I just tell you that I wouldn't take no for an answer? I meant exactly what I said." He began searching through Jewel's closet searching for clothes for her to wear, seeing that the wasn't nearly prepared to actually leave the mansion. He know she could never be as shining as he (I mean really, who possibly could?) but she would be stunning nevertheless. He couldn't possibly allow her to be anything less than magnificent, what kind of friend would he be if he did?
Any attempts to stop him in his mad search for clothes was stopped with a glare in Jewel's direction. Finally satisfied, he produced something classic and elegant, nothing that would show too much skin but would also show off her figure nicely. "There, my dear, I believe this will be perfect." Juka smiled dazzlingly at his friend. "Now go put this on and choose the perfect jewelry to go with it, I would never presume to step on any toes that is plainly your specialty, and I will wait here patiently for you to finish." He sat down on the bed.
In a moment of grand inspiration Juka decided that he simply must visit his dear friend Jewel and force her to leave her dreary little mansion and come on an adventure. Well, it wasn't really that bad of a place, that Mansion of hers, and he supposed it wasn't even really all that dreary, but the fact remained that she needed to get out more and he was just the one to force her to it! He simply refused to take no for an answer. And besides, his apartment was starting to feel just a little bit lonely and the only solution to that, obviously, was kitties!
So, after extensive work on his outfit, opting for a theme of red and pink today with a few black highlights, he had come to the mansion (sadly being forced to catch one of the horrible ugly taxi cabs, he simply had to get a vehicle of his own) in search of his old friend. After being let into the mansion by Tetsuya (he was sure not to do anything too inappropriate) he made his way over to Jewel's room.
After knocking on her door and waiting for it to be opened, Juka stood there firmly, with his hands on his hips, looking disapprovingly at his friend. "Jewel, dear, now you know I love you but you have got a problem my sweet," he tried to explain as rationally and calmly as he could. "Now, my dear, your problem is that you simply do not leave this place nearly often enough." He didn't give her any opportunity to protest, shushing her with a disapproving look and continued speech if she so much as tried. "I know, I know you're not allowed to leave without a proper escort but who am I if not your oldest and dearest friend? Don't I make a perfect escort?" He didn't wait for an answer, insistently pushing on in his little speech. "And you, my dear, can help me just as much as I can help you. You see, I need companionship. There is no one in my apartment to bask in my glorious self and that simply will never do." He shook his head, saddened by the very concept. "And so, my oldest closest friend, the only solution is that we help each other. You must help me find a pair of gorgeous little furry kittens and I, of course, in return must help you escape from this stifling building for a few short hours. We couldn't possibly get into any real trouble in that time now could we?" He looked at her expectantly, eyes pleading.
Juka stretched sleepily, enjoying his newfound freedom from his parents. He had only been in the city a few days but all ready he was immensely enjoying it. Not that he had payed much attention to the wishes of his parents, but now he didn't have to listen to their constant nagging! It was such a relief. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times...and...something wasn't quite right. Was it still night out? Had he accidentally woken up in the middle of the night, not quite used to the time difference yet? Or was it something else. He blinked again and looked in the direction of his alarm clock, expecting to see glowing red letters letting him know what time it was. And, with a growing sense of alarm and panic, he realized there was still nothing. Oh my god, Juka realized with absolute horror, he was blind!
Juka shrieked, fully panicking at the horrific realization, jumping out of bed and tripping over the covers and landing on his ass. He couldn't see! He couldn't see! What was he going to do? How was he going to function? And most importantly, how was he going to know if he was appropriately beautiful for others to see him? His mind spun in panicked circles. He tried to get back to his feet again, only to take 2 steps, trip over something, and once again fall to the ground. How does one cope with waking up and finding that one is completely blind? How does one even begin to figure out what to do about such a thing?
After several minutes of complete panicked terror, Juka began to calm down just the slightest amount. Taking a deep steadying breath he attempted to manifest his bubble. If he couldn't walk without bumping into something, then at least he could float and not hurt himself in the process. But there was nothing, he couldn't do it. And now that he was a little calmer, he began to realize that other things were strange too. Everything was dark but he was seeing...something...He had no idea what, it didn't make any sense at all and it wasn't any sort of vision he had ever experienced before. There was no color, for one thing but then again he couldn't make sense of the shapes and distances either. It just didn't make any sense!
And then he began to come to other realizations. Like the fact that his body didn't exactly feel like his body, it seemed to be thicker and, touching his hair, his hair wasn't nearly as long as he was used to his being. What the hell was going on here?
With another deep breath, Juka fought to calm himself down. Ok, he could figure this out, he wasn't a stupid person. His father had always told him that he was wasting his brain, after all, and that meant that he must have one, right? So, first thing's first, try and make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing. He sat and concentrated deeply on the images flashing through his...mind? He didn't know if that was quite right, but it didn't seem to be going to his eyes, exactly. Slowly, the jumbled images began to make sense of themselves. Over there he could see the bed that he had just fallen out of and over there a dresser. Tentatively he made his way to his feet and took a step in the direction that he believed the door to be. And he didn't trip or fall over anything! Juka let out a whoop of joy, and was startled to discover that it wasn't his own voice either!
Slowly Juka walked around the room, trying to get used to this strange vision that he had been cursed with. From what he could tell, it seemed to represent the world accurately but it was more shapes and locations rather than details and it kind of blurred within his own mind and confused him if he tried to move any faster than he was. Now he had to figure out exactly what to do next. He knew almost no one in the city except for a few in the Mansion, most prominently his friend, Jewel. So, he decided, that would have to be his destination.
Slowly and cautiously Juka exited the apartment. he was pretty sure that people would be able to tell that something was wrong by the way he moved, but for once in his life he just didn't care. Something was very very seriously wrong here. He was blind and trapped in what seemed to be a different body and all he wanted was to figure out what had happened and how to get his own precious, beautiful, wonderful body back. He had never realized just how much he loved his body until it was suddenly and cruelly snatched from him.
Then he had a truly horrific thought. If he was in someone else's body then what if someone else was in his body? What would he do then? And more importantly, what horrible things would they do with his body? And what if they didn't want to give it back? After all, his body was fabulous and perfect and who wouldn't want to have his body? He moaned piteously as he finally made it down to the street. Then he came to the realization that he couldn't even call a cab because he didn't have any money on him and he didn't know where he might find money in this strange body and this strange apartment building. Nor did he have any idea what part of the city he was even in and where the Mansion lay in relation to where he was in the city. Whatever was he going to do? How was he ever going to get to the Mansion and figure out what was going on? He sat down on the side of the road, despair coloring his features.
Juka did a mental jump back when the smoke spoke again. Or rather, it wasn't so much a jump since one couldn't really jump while floating in the sky, but more of an abrupt surprised move backwards a few feet. "Well good!" he replied smugly. "You poke my bubble and I tickle you. Its only fair." Feeling a little mischievous and having very little concept that he should be careful of strange floating smoke mutants (it seemed to be a safe assumption that the talking smoke was a mutant), he extended another tendril and poked it again, giggling happily. Oh how fun this was!
>Are you Japanese?<
Juka grinned happily that he had been recognized for his heratige, although he had no idea that the smoke couldn't actually see him at all. ">Why yes I am.<" He curtsied deeply towards the smoke (where was its head anyway? And for that matter how did it see?) and did an acrobatic somersault in the air. It was his, after all, his first time meeting another floating mutant and he had to make sure he impressed her.
Serious again, an far too curious for his own good, he moved his bubble closer to the smoke again, trying to get a better look. Slowly he rotated around it, observing from all angles. "How do see?" he asked. "How do you speak? Can you walk as well as float? Can you turn back into a person? Are you even a person?" The questions kept coming, as fast as he could think of them, not giving her any chance to actually answer any of them. Finally he took a breath and grinned.
