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 curtsied deeply as Jewel introduced him to Shana, his skirts settling all around his feet as he did so. "Shana, my dear, what a beautiful name you have, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He almost purred the words. She was going the be a fun one, he was sure of it. Obviously she didn't appear to be used to his sort of attention and that was all the more reason to ensure that she got a lot of it. He always had had a soft spot for those that didn't feel comfortable fitting in.
"A telekinetic, how fascinating. My power, also, is based on a sort of telekinetic gift." He grinned dazzlingly, his teeth perfect and white. And, always one for as much attention as he could possibly get, opted for one more demonstration. Once more he manifested his reflective bubble, causing him to bob off the ground slightly, only this time he didn't move any higher into the air. Instead he floated a little closer to a nearby flower and commanded a reflective tendril to over to the flower he had spotted earlier. He bubbled the flower, lifting it out of the vase it was placed in and moved it in front of Shana, offering it to her as a gift. "I hope you like flowers, my dear."
"Why thank you, you wonderful man," Juka gushed to Tetsuya. "You know that I would simply love to see all of you again. Especially you," he turned back to Shana and winked at her.
As Juka drifted lazily within the night sky he found himself daydreaming, as he often did when inside the protective barrier of his bubble. Mostly he imagined himself on stage singing, glorious and beautiful and worshiped by hordes of adoring fans, his band behind him almost (but not quite because he wouldn't want them to outshine him) as glorious and beautiful as himself. He was brought out of his reverie quite abruptly when something (or someone?) poked his bubble.
Juka blinked confusedly and looked around, trying to find the source of the rude action. He didn't see anyone, not that he had expected to so far above the city, but something had certainly poked his bubble. And what kind of rude intrusion on his thoughts was that, anyway? Poking his bubble? Imagine, the nerve of some people! He put his hands on his hips and shook his head disapprovingly. "Whoever you are, show yourself and stop poking my bubble!" He still couldn't believe it.
And then he noticed giggles and a sort of smoky form of figure near him. Was that the source of the undignified intrusion? He moved his bubble closer, suddenly curious. He tried to move his bubble into the smoky substance just to see if he could. And then it occurred to him, if this substance could hum and poke things, then perhaps it had some sort of physical form that he could touch. Moving his bubble a few feet away from the smoke he sent out a tendril and tried to bubble the smoke with one of his mini bubbles. "That'll teach you, trying to poke my bubble," he stated, self importantly.
"That is wonderful," Juka exclaimed to Jewel enthusiastically. He ran up to embrace her again, quicker and slightly less suffocatingly than the first embrace. "I can only imagine what beautiful things you must be able to make. Oh, and your parents, they must be so proud of you!" He frowned a moment, only the briefest downturn of his painted lips. "That is, your parents do know don't they?" From what he remembered of her parents, they didn't have the same traditional conservative (and wholly tiresome) Japanese values that his parents had and they had always seemed to be fairly close.
"And I am, of course, staying in this wonderful city," Juka assured her, the frown vanishing from his face in an instant. "I promise I'm really not so far from here and, well, you see how its not so difficult for me to travel. I promise to visit as often as you want me too." Which he was sure would be often. Who wouldn't' want to spend time with him, after all? "And I'll come and visit you too, my dear friend Tetsuya." It didn't even occur to him that he had only met the other man a day ago and he might not share Juka's enthused friendship.
Any further comments (and Juka always had further comments) were delayed as he heard a loud crash nearby as something wooden, he couldn't quite tell what, shattered into many little pieces. He screamed slightly and jumped back, as pieces of broken wagon came far too close for comfort. "That could have severely injured me," he said melodramatically, glaring at the newcomer sternly.
His angry disbelief, however, dissolved almost instantly as he looked over the blood haired arrival. "Oh, I'm so sorry to have yelled at you," he exclaimed, his regret gushing from his voice. "You have to understand, I am very delecit. But my, now aren't you just a vision of beauty." He grinned flirtatiously and went to grab her hand and place it to his lips, if she would allow him to do so.
New York really was a glorious city. It was huge and there were people everywhere, of all sorts of colors and shapes. None were as fabulous as Juka himself, of course, but, in his limited time there, he did see a few that came close. While he'd only been in the city a few days, he was settling in quite nicely. It had been wonderful to see Jewel again and the Mansion she was staying at had been more than a little impressive, not that he would ever admit as much. And Tetsuyo had been perfectly adorable in a cute little shy boy kind of way. But he would work on that shyness. The poor boy really did need to learn to loosen up a bit and have a bit of fun. There was still the problem of laundry and cleaning of course, and the necessity of it, somehow being done, but he was working on that. Hopefully by the end of the week he would find someone willing to do it for him, in exchange for some time spent in his radiant presence. Someone was always willing to do things for him, he just had to find them.
Tonight was going to be a special night though. Since coming to the city he hadn't had a chance to really get to see it, in the way that it was meant to be seen: from above. It took over an hour for Juka to get ready for his trip to the skies, as always his hair and makeup had to be perfect. For once he wore pants rather than his usual skirts, more practical while flying. If anyone had bothered to ask him why he was spending so much time on his appearance, he would have scoffed. It really should have been self evident anyway. What if he met someone? Surely he wasn't the only mutant that could fly? And even if he didn't, for his only personal sense of well being he had to be perfect. It was essential that he look the best that he could, now and always.
Finally ready to depart, Juka opened the glass doors to the balcony and stood there, concentrating. His reflective bubble appeared in an instant and he bobbed up off of the ground. He didn't bother to lock the door as he departed, after all who would bother with a suite more than 20 floors up anyway, and with a thought lifted off of the ground and into the sky.
How does one explain what its like to fly? Juka certainly couldn't other than to say that there was such a profound sense of freedom about it. On the ground he had to constantly worry about other people, what they thought of him and how they reacted to him. There was a pressure, self imposed or not, to be perfect, to be the constant center of attention, not that he didn't deserve to be of course. But up here it was only himself and the clouds and everything else was far below him. No one could touch him up here. Lazily he mentally commanded his bubble forward, enjoying the view of the city far below him, and all the lights and people. It was dark enough that they shouldn't be able to spot him, high and small as he was.
Juka laughed at Tetsuya's reaction, quite unable to help himself. It was just too adorable not to and there was no malicious intent in his laughter, just good hearted amusement. He certainly wasn't the first to react in such a way to Juka's advances. He knew very well the impact he had on people, but he may very well have been one of the cutest. "I think I like you, Tetsuya," she said, with a grin. "And don't worry, I won't try anything inappropriate with you or your girlfriend." he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, still plainly quite amused. He rarely went beyond flirting and maybe a kiss or two anyway, and certainly not if the other party wasn't interesting. It was there loss anyway, much more than his. There were always people interested; he was Juka after all so how could people not be interested?
"Oh I am one in the same," Juka assured him. "Could there be more than one Juka?" He laughed again. Ridiculous concept. No one could possibly be as wonderful as he. Juka gave Tetsuya his address and collected up his many layered skirts so they would not drag on the ground while riding. Perish the thought of them actually getting dirty. And then he realized something positively horrible. He would have to do laundry. He. Juka Miami. Would have to do laundry. Actually dirty his his glorious perfect hands with dirty clothes. And cleaning. The servants had always done that before and while his father had sent him enough money to live comfortably, he had not sent enough for servants. Juka shuddered at the thought. Well, he would just have to find someone to do it for him then. It was settled.
"Fausto. I'll have to remember that, why thank you, you kind man. Giving me a ride and a connection all in the same night. You truly are wonderful." Juka gingerly got onto the scooter behind Tetsuyo, wrapping his arms around the other man's waist. If he was, perhaps, just a little closer to the other man than was strictly required, he was true to his word and didn't actually try anything.
Juka grinned, with just a touch of self righteous smugness, at the reaction he had elicited from his old friend. It was just one more bit of proof of how irresistibly beautiful he was. "I really am here," he assured her emphatically. "Who could possibly impersonate me?" He spun around in a circle, making his skirts flower around him artfully. "And I think it's been...4 or five years?" He wasn't entirely certain but that seemed about right.
"Oh you have no idea what kind of amazing powers I have," Juka stated teasingly. "The things I can do are nothing short of glorious." Instead of waiting for more questions regarding his power and always one to be the center of attention, he opted for a demonstration. With a moment's calming thought, Juka touched the power within himself and manifested his force bubble. Almost instantly he jumped off the ground by about a foot and a semi-translucent, semi-reflective barrier appeared over his entire body, encircling him. With another thought he commanded it to rise and did a sort of acrobatic twirling spin in the air, quite aware that the was the center of attention and wanting to make a show of it, then commanded the bubble to return to the ground. "As you can see, quite fantastic." He grinned again. "And what can you do, my dear Jewel?"
"Tetsuya," Juka exclaimed happily, "so wonderful to see you again as well." He would have run over and given him a hug as well but, remembering his less than warm reception as such familiar acts last time, decided against it. Instead he decided on a slightly less familiar but just as dramatic curtsy. "I am afraid that I will not be staying at the Mansion," Juka said shaking his head sadly. "I'm afraid people just don't do well living with me, but I would love to be able to visit you and my wonderful friend Jewel and all of the other fascinating, I'm sure, residents within."
Juka giggled at Tetsuya's reaction, finding it really quite amusing. "Oh, I'm quite certain your girlfriend wouldn't mind a small innocent little kiss on the hand, now would she?" He grinned, batting his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner. "In fact, if she were here I would give her a kiss as well and then neither of you would have to be jealous of the other, now would you?" He nodded his head self-assuredly as if that solved everything.
"Well maybe we don't do those sorts of things in Japan but I certainly do." He made another flirtatious gesture, really finding Tetsuya's reactions to be thoroughly amusing. Well, he would learn. "And why yes I am Juka from Ukime!" he exclaimed, grinning even broader if that were possible. "I am so pleased you recognized me," he took a dramatic bow, skirts fluttering gracefully around him. "And I assure you, as soon as I am settled here I will find myself some worthy band mates and become even more famous than Ukime had the chance to become. Speaking of which," he looked around expectantly. "I believe you were about to offer me a rid to my apartment?"
But if that doesn't work for some reason I want to use Die from Dir En Grey as my model. Other than that I'm pretty much leaving creative control open.
"Thank you my dear," Juka answered, entering the now unlocked Mansion doors and thankful to be once again indoors. It was just such an effort to keep up the image of perfection when he was forced to fight with the very elements themselves; wind and heat and, worse of all by fair, rain. He hated rain! Or at least, he did when he was forced to be out in it and not protected by his always useful bubble. It seemed that nature itself had a bone to pick with him, probably insulted that he had managed to be more wonderful than anything it had been able to create. Yes, that must be it.
Although he'd never actually admit it (couldn't even hint that something might be more amazing than he, himself) he was actually quite impressed with the Mansion. If not for the fact that he would be forced to live with other people, people who could never hope to compete with his loveliness and thus whose egos would be sadly crushed due to constantly trying, he might have even considered taking up residence there. But he knew that could never happen, he would never force such a fate on anyone.
As soon as Juka spotted Jewel he ran (or moved as quickly as his heels would allow him to do so) and embraced her with great enthusiasm, not having any concern personal space nor even seeming to remember that they had never been all that close as children, just occasional play partners as their parents did business together. "Jewel, my dear, it is so wonderful to see you again. Its Juka don't you remember me? Well of course you remember me, how could you forget? I'm being silly now obviously. And look at you, my dear, just a vision of loveliness just as I remember you being. Oh I am so happy to see you again, and to find you here in a mutant mansion how very surprising and glorious." Finally he took a breath and let Jewel go.
Juka flashed a sparkling smile at the offer for help. A scooter wasn't exactly what he had in mind to travel to his new apartment on, but it was certainly better than a taxi and the man driving the scooter was more than a little cute so that could definately prove to make the trip that much more enjoyable. "Why thank you, kind sir, your chivalry is to be praised and you are most certainly my knight in shining armor." He bowed deeply and dramatically to his rescuer.
"I am Juka, you might have heard of me, and you would your lovely self be?" Extended a hand and, if the other would let him, intended to bring his savior's hand to his lips for a light kiss. Of course it wasn't exactly likely that he had heard of Juka, seeing as how his band had never had a chance to really go beyond local clubs and they were in America, not Japan, but it never hurt to check. He wouldn't let the fact that his fame hadn't spread yet get him down, one day everyone would know him by face and by name.
Juka paused across the street from the Mansion, taking out a mirror from one of his many pockets. He gave himself a careful and critical inspection, had to make sure his hair and makeup were perfect. Thankfully it was a warm calm day, not a breeze to be felt, and his hair remained exactly as he had put it before leaving the house, gracefully enveloping his face with a punkish sort of spikes just to make things interesting. His makeup, of course, was equally perfect. It had better be considering the vast amount of time he had spent ensuring it was so before leaving his top floor apartment suite. His gown, likewise, was pristine, falling in dark folds around his legs and hiding his cute black boots. This was the first time in years that he had spoken with Jewel and, more than that, it was the first time he actually expected to meet up with other mutants. He had to make an impression. That was important.
Inspection completed successfully, Juka held his head up high and walked confidently to the Mansion gate, pushing the buzzer to be let in. His old friend probably wouldn't be expecting him, he hadn't called and had only been in the city briefly anyway, but he couldn't wait to see her expression. He had sort of hacked into his father's computers before he left and tracked down the information regarding his old friend, discovered she was staying here and, upon further research, discovered that this was a place for mutants. That was an unexpected surprise, to say the least, but it only served to reinforce the fact that New York was the city for him.
"I'm here to meet Jewel" he said to the voice on the other end of the intercom system. He looked himself over one more time, it couldn't hurt to be sure that things were as perfect as they needed to be. He knew he was the most beautiful person around, wherever he went, but encountering mutants was a new experience and he had to make as profound and impression on them as he did on everyone else. They would love him, he was sure of it. Just as he was sure that Jewel would be thrilled to see him. How could he not? Surely he was her most amazing friend and she had missed him horrible? He giggled to himself at the thought.
Juka floated gently from the sky down to the ground , landing softly in a quiet street away from too many prying eyes. With a moment's thought his wonderful flying bubble disappeared and for the first time in hours his feet touched the ground. He would have preferred to have simply floated all the way to his apartment and thus avoided having to walk or catch a cab or anything like that but, alas, he knew that it was getting late and people were starting to come out of their houses and into the streets and, alas, he was forced to be practical. It was so hard living in a world of humans sometimes, when he could just float into the sky and go anywhere he pleased but no, he was forced back down to earth just to maintain appearances. But he did have a wonderful appearance, didn't he?
Juka sighed heavily and dramatically as a gust of wind game and blew his meticulously crafted hair out of place. It just wasn't fair, not at all. Here he was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had yet seen in his brief time in this city of course, wealthy and ever so gifted and yet he was relegated to having to call a taxi cab. It wasn't right at all. The things he was forced to put up with. He sighed again.
Juka looked around, hoping that, perhaps, he might be able to meet someone nice that he would be able to convince to drive him to his new apartment. He had a way with people, always had. It was his beauty and his talent; they just couldn't keep away from him, couldn't keep their hands off of him either. It was all rather amusing at times, but it certainly did have its benefits. He adjusted his long skirts so that they fell more artistically around his long athletic legs. Of course, it was amusing sometimes as well, those charming boys that didn't realize what he was until later. It was always so delightful to try and predict how they would react when they found out, a mystery as to whether or not they'd want him anyway or get grossed out and run away. Or, better yet, be completely conflicted wanting him and detesting him all at the same time.
Juka burst out laughing at the thought, not caring that it caused a couple people to turn in his direction and stare. People were always staring at him and, to be perfectly honest, he would be staring too if he was in their position. How could they not when he was the very image of beauty? He smiled a prettily painted lipped smile. Surely someone would take pity on his poor self, forced to walk (the horror) and bereft of any mode of transportation?
Character's full name: Juka Miami Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mirror Gender: Male Age: 21 (appears 14) Birthday: June 14 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Half Caucasian/ Half Japanese Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Seattle, WA
Appearance
Hair color and style: His hair style tends to change, but is currently orange and spiked. Eyes: Brown Height: 6’0” (Currently 5'6") Build: Thin Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None Other features: It is very difficult to tell if Juka is male or female.
Everyday clothing style: Juka tends towards the elaborate. His makeup is always perfect and he is meticulous in his choice of clothing, preferring long gowns, bright colored hair, long and usually big, gloves and fancy footwear. He never wears exactly the same outfit twice but his outfits never fail to be elaborate and feminine. Most of his clothing he makes himself. Uniform: (if applicable) Sleepwear: Boxers Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality: Juka is very outgoing and flirtatious. He has confidence in himself to the point of being egotistical. While he has many acquaintances he has difficulty truly getting close to people. He has a tendency towards selfishness when it comes to the minor things, but when it comes to those things that really matter, he will do whatever he can to help. He also loves attention of all kinds and goes out of his way to get that attention.
Hobbies/ Interests: Singing, performing, fashion Job or part time job and description:
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Having people reject him and being alone.
Special talents: Fluent in Japanese and English
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral leaning towards good. Juka is selfish and egotistical but tries to do the right thing when it matters.
Mutations
Mutation description: Telekinetic Bubble of Perfect Environment: Juka has the ability to create a telekinetic bubble around himself. This bubble has a number of unique properties. First, it has a slightly reflective appearance, though not quite enough to completely obscure what is within the bubble it is still somewhat translucent The bubble floats about 1 ft off the ground and surrounds Juka about 1 ft on all sides, causing Juka to float for the duration of the bubble’s effect. Within the bubble is an area of perfect environment. No outside environmental condition can effect Juka while within the bubble, including humidity, temperature, air conditions or any other environmental effect. Finally, Juka can mentally control the direction and movement of the bubble, including up and down movement
Strengths: The bubble allows for great freedom in movement and allows Juka the ability to function perfectly in any environment.
Weaknesses: The bubbles provide no actual physical protection but act instead like a paper thin barrier. If something tries to penetrate it the bubble will not burst but will simply be pushed inwards, thus providing no protection and little resistance. The bubble can only carry Juka and whatever Juka is holding onto or physically attached to his body at the time. Holding onto an object inside the bubble relies only on his physical strength and if it is not sufficient and he lets go of the object, it will fall through the floor of the bubble.
Secondary mutation description: Manipulation of Natural Progressions:
Juka can manipulate naturally occurring progressive conditions that exist within his bubble in one of three ways. He can increase their speed, stop them entirely or reverse them. Progressions can be of inanimate or animate objects but must be naturally occurring. He can increase progressions by about 30X what is natural or reverse them at a speed of 30X the rate they originally occurred. Increasing their speed or reversing them can only be done while inside his force bubble, however the effects of doing so remain permanent. Halting the progressions only lasts as long as they remain within the force bubble.
Now, what is a natural progression? This can be any number of progressive conditions that change and alter over time. In animate targets this includes such things as bio cycles, such as the need to eat, drink and sleep, the effects of toxins and illnesses, some of the effects of injury such as bleeding and aging. Perhaps due to the uniquely complicated nature of the body's ability to heal, Juka is unable to positively affect the progression of healing, though he is able to halt or reverse it. In inanimate targets this primarily includes some types of progressive chemical reactions, decay and rust.
Strengths: The manipulation can produce a wide range of differing effects, including limited to aging or reversing of age, halting or reversing the body's need for sleep and nutrients, worsening of diseases or wounds or hastening the onset of fatigue. In inanimate objects effects can range from reversing the effects of time and decay or hastening such effects, or manipulating some types of chemical reactions.
Juka can also use this mutation in order to halt or systematically reverse or progress his own aging process. Thus he can be and remain at any age he desires for an indefinite period of time if he remains within his bubble. He could also indefinitely suspend his need to sleep or take nutrients
Weaknesses: There are several drawbacks to this power. The first is that the target must be within the force bubble in order for the power to affect them. If Juka was to get someone within his force bubble, he would have to use his own strength to hold them there for the duration of the effect if they were unwilling.
The second drawback is time. Although 30X the naturally occurring rate seems very fast, it is still not fast enough to be effective in a direct combat situation. If the onset of fatigue to the point of unconsciousness usually takes 15 hours, it would still take Juka around 30 minutes to achieve such an affect.
Juka is entirely unable to positively affect the progression of healing. Thus he can neither heal himself nor others; the most he can do is suspend the progression of damage and thus any damage occurred would not worsen due to bleeding or any other naturally occurring reason.
Because of the length of time needed, Juka is not often able to effectively manipulate their ages to such a degree as to be noticeable. Although it is possible for him to reverse the ages of others, just as he can do on himself, if he brings them into the confines of his force bubble, reversing even a year would require several weeks of remaining within his bubble and would thus not be effective.
The third drawback is that Juka must be aware of the existence of a progression in order to manipulate it. If he could get and keep a person within the confines of his main force bubble, he could manipulate the normal natural cycles of that person because its something he knows that everyone has. If, however, that person had a degenerative disease that he was unaware of he could not manipulate the progression of that disease because he is unaware of its existence to be manipulated. He gains no exceptional sense of the progressions occurring around him.
The final drawback is that manipulations take concentration and energy. The difficulty in manipulating progressions is dependent on several factors. First, it is easier for Juka to manipulate inanimate progressions than it is for him to manipulate animate progressions and easiest of all to manipulate his own progressions. Second, if the target actively resists his manipulations that increases the difficulty, although they must be aware that he is doing something in order for them to actively resist, though they need not be aware of exactly what he is doing. Third and finally, the longer the natural duration of the progression the easier it is for Juka to manipulate. Thus, it is relatively easy to manipulate the many year progression of age, difficult to manipulate the many hour progression of fatigue and sleep and entirely impossible to manipulate an almost instant progression such as blood or air through the body. The energy consumed through the use of his power cannot be manipulated in any way, counting as an unnatural rather than a natural progression. Thus, it would be possible for Juka to manipulate progressions enough to entirely exhaust him in which case he would have to rest to replenish his reserves just as anyone else would; his power would not be able to manipulate energy loss due to its own use.
The manipulation of progressions does not allow Juka to in any way alter the progressions beyond the speed and direction in which they occur. He cannot artificially start or extend a progression beyond its natural state, merely manipulate its speed and direction. The natural speed of the progression is based on current conditions, thus manipulating the progression of fatigue would be much quicker if the target was engaging in naturally fatiguing behavior than if they were not although it would also require Juka to expend more energy.
Fighting Style: Juka has no training in fighting. Explanation: He has never had the need or interest to learn to fight. Pros for fighting style: No normal person can build up enough momentum to penetrate his bubble. Cons for fighting style: Some mutants could be strong enough to penetrate his bubble.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character:
Juka was born in Seattle WA to a successful Japanese businessman and a conservative American housewife. He had one older brother and was undeniable wealthy throughout his childhood. Neither Juka nor his brother ever lacked for anything in life, one might even consider them spoiled. Despite the indulgences of their parents, however, they were also expected to excel at school and in life. Their parents expected the two of them to be straight A students, volunteer and prepare for a life of business, following in their father’s footsteps as good sons should. Juka’s brother, Masaki, did just that. He brought home the perfect report cards his parents so desperately desired, never got in trouble, never went against his parents wishes; in short he was the perfect son. Juka, however, had neither his brother’s ambition nor obedience. While never a bad student, his marks tended towards the average. Instead of studying he preferred to go and socialize with friends or to play video games on his computer. Although he never to into any real trouble, from a young age Juka knew that he was a great disappointment to his parents.
Shortly after Juka turned 15 his father got a lucrative business deal in Japan and their family was forced to move to Tokyo, leaving everything in America behind. At first Juka hated it there, the culture shock and added pressure getting the better of him. His grades began to falter and he began having problems with the other students, often getting into trouble. For a year he lived in misery, having no friends and no joy in life. Just when he thought he could take no more, however, he a group of people in a band by the name of Ukime, who had recently lost their vocalist. Juka had taken singing lessons since for many years, his parents believing that the proper extra curricular activities were just as important as grades in school and Juka petitioned to join. He was accepted into the band and from that point his life changed forever.
Ukime was a visual kei band and Juka embraced the visual kei aesthetic to its fullest, dressing in elaborate costumes and experimenting with new and innovative ways to do his hair and makeup. For Juka it was a new reason for living; not only had he found a wonderful new form of self expression, something his parents had never allowed him, but he had discovered the wonders of performing. He came to live for the crowd, for those fleeting moments when he was on stage, the center of attention and adoration. When not on stage he still strove to remain the center of attention, carrying his wild and eccentric fashion over into everyday life. He did everything in his ability to ensure that wherever he went people stared and admired, even if they wouldn’t admit their admiration. He began to take pride in his appearance and took a perverse joy in his ability to seduce both males and females alike, if only to prove to himself and others that he could.
Unfortunately what made Juka happiest in life made him a disgrace to his family. At home his relationship with his parents and brother continued to deteriorate. He was expected to be the dutiful conservative son, groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and work in his father’s business, but instead he making a spectacle of himself, sleeping around and making no apologies for his behavior at all. Juka’s parents eventually became desperate, sending him to stay with his militaristic uncle. That didn’t last long, however, and when Juka returned home he was, if anything, even more flamboyant than he had been when he left.
It was around that time that Juka first entered Japan that he discovered that he was a mutant. Unlike so many it was not a traumatic event that triggered it nor did anything particularly negative result from it. He was depressed and alone, crying outside during the middle of the night. He didn’t even realize what had happened at first but gradually came to the awareness that he was floating. Further experimentation proved that he was floating in a large bubble type force that he could move with his mind. For the next several years he experimented with his newfound power in secret, not allowing anyone to know he was a mutant, discovering that he could not only lift himself with his bubble but objects as well and that when he was inside his bubble he felt no cold or rain or anything. It was a perfect little environment. Although Juka let no one know he was a mutant, secretly he was proud of the fact. Far from being the horribly average failure his parents believe him to be, here was undeniable proof that he was something more, he was something special. He knew, however, that much of the world would not feel the same way so he kept it entirely secret.
On the day of his 18th birthday, Juka’s life took another drastic change. By this point his parents had given up all hope of him ever becoming the son they wanted so desperately for him to be and decided that the only thing they could do was cut ties with him. They sat him down, told him that he would get a generous allowance from them every month, enough for him to live comfortably and never want for anything, but they were sending him back to America. He could, they told him, live anywhere he desired in the country but this was the last time he would ever see them. They made it clear that he was a failure and a disgrace to their family but he was still their son and they would ensure that all his needs were met. Having long heard rumors of mutant activity in New York, that was where Juka agreed to be sent and one week later he found himself on a plane, knowing he would probably never see his family again.
Juka remained in New York City for more than a year before getting contact by an exceedingly wealthy aging CEO of a major company. He had, apparently, a mutant on his staff who had seen Juka perform and divined, through the use of her own power, that he had the ability to make him young again and he was willing to pay a very large sum of money for this service. When he threw in a promise to promote Juka’s band until they made the big time, Juka felt he had no other alternative but to accept the generous offer and leave the city. He was sworn to secrecy and, as such, told no one of his plans.
For nearly a year Juka remained with his wealthy patron, Jonathan, dedicating several hours every day to slowly reversing his and returning to him his youth. When he unexpectedly died after a freak car accident, things changed in several ways for Juka. The first unexpected discovery made was that Jonathan had left most of his belongings and estate to Juka himself, rather than his cold and distant wife. The second discovery made was that his widow wasn’t nearly so ignorant of their arrangement and his role in said arrangement as was originally thought.
Trusting as he was, it wasn’t difficult for Edith to capture Juka and imprison him in a small cell. For the next several months she led a small group of scientists to experiment upon him, trying to divine the nature of his fountain of youth powers and not only make her young again as well, but also make herself more wealthy than even her late husband could possibly imagine. These months were the worst months of Juka’s life and it was during this time that his powers began to malfunction. When, exactly it started he couldn’t be certain but he did know that, by the time he escaped, the mini bubbles that had always been his to command along with his primary bubble were gone, presumably forever.
Juka never would have escaped without the help of one of the scientists who took pity upon his position. It was in the middle of the night that his cellar was opened and he was led covertly to the surface. From there, even as mentally broken and physically abused as he was, he knew what was needed in order to leave. His bubble appearing around his person, he floated off, vowing never to return to the facility again.
During the time he was imprisoned, Juka had heard the rumours of an island that was something of a mutant paradise, located near the Galapagos. Knowing he was in dire need of a place to regain his sense of self before going back into the world if, indeed, he was ever to go back into the world, he floated off in search of that rumour. It took weeks of travel to find it, landing on numerous little islands along the way but, eventually it was discovered and for months he remained there, regaining his sense of self.
In preparation for returning to the world at large, Juka slowly began regressing his age, back to that of a young teenager around 14. Only through the eyes of a child, he decided, could he bring himself back to the world. As a 14 year old, he wouldn’t have to worry about responsibilities and, perhaps, could regain the innocence his captors had stolen from him. Once he was ready to return to the world, he spoke to the Doorman and entered the doorway back to New York City.
Roleplay Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Skydancer
Sample RP:
Juka carefully checked his makeup and hair in the mirror. He never left his apartment without at least an hour of work, ensuring that everything was perfect. Of course, even without such exhausting work he was more beautiful than almost everyone else in the city, but he had to be more beautiful than everyone. He may be blessed with natural looks, but sometimes even nature needed a little help and he was more than willing to help it along. He didn’t even intend to be seen by anyone this night, but that was entirely besides the point. There was always the chance that someone would be there to see him and even if there wasn’t, his own ego required him to be perfect. Always.
With one last glance in the mirror, Juka grinned and walked out of his suite. He had been traveling from city to city for many days now and had almost reached his destination in New York. All of his possessions had been sent there ahead of him and he had an apartment when he arrived. His parents had seen to all of that. He could have easily taken a plane to his new home, of course, but had decided that he would rather take the scenic route, so to speak, if for not other reason than he could use the practice controlling his powers. Well, that and it would be far more enjoyable than a cramped air plane.
Juka walked down the street and entered a grocery store on the way out of the town. As he walked up and down the aisles looking for some food to take on his trip he couldn’t help but grin flirtatiously at the individuals staring at him, even blowing a kiss to one middle aged man who seemed far too conservative and stuck in his ways anyway. The look of affront at the action was more than a little comical.
Having purchased enough food to last him through the night, Juka left the store and walked the short way to the edge of the city. Once outside of the glare of the lights, he spent a moment concentrating and erected his force bubble, mentally telling it to rise into the sky. He rose about 50 ft up before starting in the direction of the next town on his way to New York. Although he couldn’t see any better than the next person, it wasn’t too difficult to figure out which direction he needed to go. He had planned this trip out ahead of time and it wasn’t more difficult than picking a direction and sticking with it. He followed the highways as much as he could and when that wasn’t practical there really wasn’t anything preventing him from simply going his own way. Normally he traveled at night, being far more difficult to spot at night and being fairly certain that he would attract attention during the day. Not that they could really do much to him since how exactly could they reach him 50 ft up?
Juka had been asked once what, exactly, it was like to use his power and he had been at a loss to explain it. There was nothing quite like the freedom it gave him, to go anywhere at any time. Up here, no one could touch him and no walls could constrain him. His life was a strange dichotomy between trying to always excel and turns heads when among other people and being completely free and apart from everything when up in the skies. How easy it was for him to simply leave it all behind at any time. Because of the protection his bubble offered him, he didn’t even need shelter, just food and water. But as much as he enjoyed the freedom his power offered him, he was always drawn back to civilization. He was a social creature and without other people his life just didn’t have the same meaning.
Juka wasn’t sure exactly how long he had traveled for but knew that it was several hours. Eventually, having come to the edge of the next town, he landed and removed a pocket mirror from one of his pockets. After checking his reflection to ensure that not even a hair was out of place he walked into the town, all confidence and swirling skirts. It would only be a few more days before he finally reached New York.