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 had to admit to a little curiosity about both Kyle and Andrew. There was nothing quite so fascinating as the stories of mutants, even if such stories also tended to be rather depressing more often than not.
The waitress returned bringing tall glasses of water for everyone. Juka offered her a friendly smile as she went off again to serve one of the few other customers currently in the restaurant. Obviously they weren't the only ones to want late night pancakes.
"If there's one thing I've learned, its that few mutant stories are boring," Juka advised. "Powers, especially new and uncontrolled ones, just make everything more complicated, chaotic and confusing all of which make things more interesting."
Juka came to the sudden conclusion that Saph must be crazy. Oh, he wasn't completely off his rocker, without the slightest idea what was real and what wasn't, more like foxy crazy. Fox-like crazy cunning or not, however, he was most certainly at least a little bit crazy. Crazy could be fun though.
Saph was rather impressive as he batted at mini bots while Juka arranged his anvils in a sort of platform for him to stand on. There were far less of them now than when they had begun, of course, but it was still a thing of beauty to watch them, one by one, fall to the masterful crow-bar wielding crazy fox masochist Saph. Not a single mini bot collided with Juka's head and that was most definitely a good sign.
When Saph climbed upon Juka's anvil platform, there was a moment when Juka was worried that the other man would fall off almost as quickly as he had first gotten on, but he managed to right himself and catch his balance before that happened. He did his best to hold the platform steady until given the command to launch his partner into the air.
"I don't.... FIRE AWAY!"
A moment before the command was given, Juka spotted the pink car complete with revving engine. A moment after, he launched, forcing Saph high into the sky and hoping for the best. Because in a situation like this, what else could he really do?
Well, the fact that Kyle had only recently begun working at The Mansion certainly explained why Juka hadn't seen him before. In all likelihood, their schedules of coming and going simply hadn't had a chance to mesh yet. Well, that was going to change now that he knew he had a boredom partner. He could even help with the guard duty. It couldnt' be that hard to guard the Mansion could it?
"Lifing a car sounds pretty impressive to me," Juka answered in an incredulous tone. He might be able to fit a car in his main bubble, if it was a very very small car. Like one of those smart cars. Ya, he could probably lift one of those. Anything larger than that, though, and he was pretty much useless.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sam," Juka answered, following Andrew into the IHOP. It was a nice place, nothing special, but he could smell the scent of delcious pancakes and knew he had made the right choice in coming here. "I'll have...a little sampling of every flavour of pancake topping you have," he fanally announced grandly. Why not try everything, after all?
Good food and excellent coffee was exactly what Juka was hoping for. The woman who took his order returned, at that time, bearing both coffee and a lovely (and rather sizable) slice of cheese cake topped with whipped cream. He beamed happily at her, handing her a tip fo her efforts. Before continueing the conversation he simply had to taste this highly recommended piece of cheese cake and, when he put the piece of cake in his mouth, he nodded contendly. "You certainly are right about the cheese cake." The simple things in life, they were what made it all worth while.
Juka still wasn't too sure about the man and his card tricks. While Juka didnt' know much about magitians, he did know a little something about telekinesis. Even if his bubbles were a rather unusual form of it, they were still telekinetic bubbles so he felt he had a little experience to draw upon in the matter. Given that fact, he realized that Marcus' tricks looked an aweful lot like some form of telekinesis. Could a magician do something like that without the aid of mutant powers? He really wasn't sure.
"Well, if you must keep your secrets then I suppose you must. As a performer myself, I understand." Of course, as a performer Juka all but flaunted his mutation, making it a part of the act. One of the drawing points of his band was, after all, the fact that they were all mutants. "As for what brought me here, I guess I was just bored and it looked like an interesting place." He shurgged and took a sip of his coffee. Delicious and perfect.
Juka smiled at the girl, glad that he had at least managed to make a little difference in her day. Making someone feel happier about their life, or at least their day, was one of the little things that made life meaningful. What was a performer's purpose, after all, if not to make people happy? Even if he wasn't currently performing, that was still a worthy goal in his mind.
"Don't worry about the money, darling. I'm just happy to see you home safe and sound. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to search me out." Juka dug into one of his pockets and pulled out one of his ever present cards advertising his band Light in Darkness and scribbled his number at on the back of it, handing it to Emi. "See you around."
Juka waved at Molly as she saw the darling woman enter. Her outfit was far less elaborate than his own (then again most people's outfits tended to be) but she was still sharply dressed and he liked that. "You are an absolute vision, my dear," Juka assured her, bowing in gentlemanly fashion.
The table itself, Juka had made sure to make reservations ahead of time ensuring they got best table in the entire place. By best, of course, he meant the table right beside the window, with a lovely view of the city. It had the added advantage of being in a corner so it was a little quieter and a little more private than the other areas in the restaurant.
Kai was the next person to arrive and Juka beamed at him, admiring his handiwork. It was, he decided, good that he had toned the outfit down just a little for his friend because any more would have been over the top. As it was, however, it was perfect and he was certain to sweep Andrea off her feet with it. "Kai, my darling man, you look positively stunning." Who ever said that he was only allowed to compliment his date?
Andrea was the final one to arrive, just a little later than the appointed meeting time but not so late as to be rude. She looked like a little pink bubblegum doll in her frilly pink dress and Juka beamed at her as well. He'd never seen her in such a thing before, but it suited her in an odd sort of way. "My beautiful pink princess, how are you tonight?"
So Juka had officially gained the status of boy. Well, that wasn't such a bad thing was it? It was, however kind of amusing and he giggled. "Darling, if it helps you, you can think of me as one of the girls." He winked at her.
The taxi took another turn and the Mansion came into sight. Once stopped Juka paid the driver, making sure to include a rather generous tip. The driver gave the two of them an amused but friendly smile, which Juka happily returned.
Emi was just so adorably shy. In fact, Juka couldn't' remember having met anyone quite that shy before, even Shana hadn't been quite that withdrawn. He wanted to help bring her out of her shell or at least help her to be more comfortable but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Usually his natural charm and charisma (nope, no ego there at all) was sufficient, but that didn't seem to be working so well in this instance.
"I've been in and out of the Mansion for about a year now," Juka answered. In and out being the key words and in that combination since he still didn't technically live there, he just happened to have gotten a room there. Floating bubbles allowed him to move between his own apartment and the Mansion rather successfully. "And don't be so nervous, my dear, I promise I won't bite." The taxi turned right and continued on its journey towards the Mansion.
Juka got into the cab behind Emi and buckled himself in. Just because he was a super awesome mutant super hero didn't mean that he should neglect personal safety, after all. He didn't use cabs much, due to having a floating bubble that usually allowed him to get to places faster than cars in the busy New York traffic anyway, but he wasn't entirely inexperienced especially recently.
"How long have you been at the Mansion?" Juka asked the girl conversationally. He coudln't recall seeing her around, but given his strange hours that wasn't too unusual.
"I positively love shopping," Juka answered with an indulgent grin. "If you ever need any help finding the perfect outfit, I'd be happy to lend my expertise." Although his expertise tended towards the colourful and he wasn't sure that colourful was really what a shadowmancer needed.
Juka decided that hailing a cab would probably be the best way to get back to the Mansion so he stood on the side of the road and tried to wave one down. After a few minutes he managed to get the attention of one of them and gestured for Elise to enter first, before entering himself.
Mutations could be such funny things sometimes. It was odd, for example, that the one person Juka had met who also didn't require sleep had to make up for it by requiring more food than usual. Juka himself needed neither sleep nor food, though both of those were relatively recent developments. He was, however, probably far more excited about the prospect of pancakes than he really should be.
"I haven't seen you around the Mansion, I don't think," Juka commented conversationally to Kyle. "Did you just start working there recently?" Even in the middle of the night he tried to keep himself busy and half the time he'd return to his apartment rather than the Mansion itself, but he was still pretty sure he'd notice someone like Kyle around.
"So, super strength combined with super strong skin," Juka nodded wisely. He was having problems keeping up and was tempted just to bubble himself and hover along beside the slightly larger man, but giant telekinetic soap bubbles tended to attract attention, even in the middle of the night.
"Be back in a minute," Juka gave a happy wave as he floated to the nearest roof and deposited his anvils safely on top of it. Who would ever steal a bunch of anvils and even if someone did feel like stealing anvils, who would go on top of a roof to do so? He also removed his ninja mask, tucking it into one of his inner pockets before returning to the ground. Once back on the same level as the others, he unbubbled.
"You don't sleep?" Juka asked, with excitement in his voice. "Here I thought I was the only one. Oh, my long lonely boredom filled nights are finally over." Who would have thought he'd meet someone to entertain him in his moments of strongest boredom while patrolling the city for bad guys?
"IHOP sounds lovely," Juka assured Andrew. He couldn't remember when the last time was that he had enjoyed pancakes. "Say, what is your power anyway? Do you have super armor?" Seemed a reasonable guess given gun strike that had failed to hurt him.
"Uh, you're welcome, I guess. I'm Kyle, and you are?"
"Juka Miami," Juka introduced himself with a flourish of his arm. "Such a pleasure to meet the both of you." It didn't even occur to him that the mask that so many super heroes wore was, in theory, there to protect their identity. He probably wouldn't have been so open with the bad guys, but these two seemed pretty nice. Besides, it wasn't like his bubbles weren't distinctive and he did perform with them publicly at shows, so if anyone really wanted to track down his identity, they probably wouldn't have that hard a time of it.
"Well, this was fun and all, but I've got to get going. Food first then an all-nighter watching over Xavier's..."
Juka beamed at Kyle. "You work at the Mansion? I kind of live there. Maybe I'll keep you company during that horrible boring night shift, what do you think?" It wasn't like he had anything better to do in the small hours of the morning. At least when he wasn't patrolling the city for evil doers.
"I'm good, really hard to hurt when I want to be."
Two and two came together and Juka came to the sudden realization that Andrew, his almost victim, probably hadn't needed his rescuing after all. "You're a mutant, aren't you?" It was always disappointing when he discovered that his heroics weren't needed after all.
"Can I join you for food too? I mean, minus the anvils and mask," Juka assured the two of them with a giggle. Not that he needed to eat, but he still liked to meet new people, especially if they were awesome cool mutant people.
It really was amusing the see the panic in the almost mugger's face, as he desperately switched his aim from one to the other to the other and back again. When he finally came to the realization that it was not only a lost cause but they were also willing to let him go, Juka coudln't prevent the giggle that escaped him when the man dropped his gun and fled. Some people would just never learn.
Once the villain was out of sight, Juka returned his attention to the man he had so valiantly saved (with help of course). "You are most welcome, darling." He bowed deeply to the stranger. "And thank you, my stalwart ally," he turned his attention to the floating mutant, "for aiding me in the halting of the unacceptable actions of that would be mugger." It was good to let your allies know that they were appreciated.
"Are you all right? I couldn't help but notice that the man hit you pretty hard with his gun," Juka asked the almost victim, concern evident in his voice.
"I'd listen to him if I were you. If the anvils don't get you, this brick will."
Juka allowed the new voice distract him for just a moment as he lifted his eyes from the gun wielding would be mugger to the newcomer. The newcomer who was indeed wielding a brick and, apparently, also happened to be hovering just above the ground. Well, it was certainly neat to find another floating mutant.
Focusing his eyes back on the intended mugger, who was now pointing his gun at Juka himself, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for the man. Oh, he knew that he really shouldn't after all, he was the bad guy in the situation. But what he had intended to be a simple mugging had suddenly turned into so much more. Not only did he now have his potential victim to deal with, but two mutants as well. He could see the indecision on the criminal's face as the same thoughts went through his own head.
The mugger then, apparently decided against his early plan of attacking Juka and swung his gun at his almost victim, using it as a sort of makeshift club. Unfortunately for him, it appeared that he hurt himself more than he hurt his target causing Juka to smirk in amusement all the more.
"You know, I'd say you're a little outmatched here," Juka helpfully informed the thug. "What do you say you leave the gun behind and we let you scurry off with your tail between your legs? Oh, and of course you'd have to promise not to try to mug anyone else in the future and get a real job instead." There, completely reasonable and no need for anyone to get hurt.
