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.
"Books are portals to whole other worlds," Juka agreed sagely. Even if his reading hobby had only began in the last month, that didn't mean he didn't believe what he was saying. Despite not being much of a reader growing up, he'd never been much for television either. It was simply so much better to go out and actually do things than it was to watch shows about other people doing them. Occasionally it was good for an idea or two, but aside from that he'd always considered it to be something of a waste of time.
"Well that's one more word than I know in Finnish," Juka stated with a grin. Today was actually to be the day that he began his Finland research and the country itself, if he were honest, was chosen more or less at random. Hunter had suggested he go and visit other places and, unlike the vampire's chess suggestion, he had actually taken to that. Finland just sort of sounded like a good place to start. "I am, however completely fluent in Japanese," Juka stated in Japanese. Probably not surprising given the fact that he obviously was Japanese but it was still relatively rare in America to speak more than one language.
"And what glorious powers would you have, my dear?" Juka asked, in obvious interest. He loved observing other mutant powers in all their wondrous glory and infanent variety. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Juka was happily oblivious to the changes in wind speed betweent he library and the Mansion. The state of oblivion was due mainly to the fact that inside his bubble, the outside weather conditions simply didn't affect him. Oh, he enjoyed a good storm for the wind fueled ride that it provided and he wasn't certain whether or not his bubble coule protect him from a tornado or a hurricane, but outside of that he was pretty much always comfortable and happy inside his bubble. The books floating in their mini bubbles were likewise protected, even from the most torrential of downpoors. Because he was unaware of the change in wind speed, he was also unaware of the source of said change.
"I'm doing much better now," Juka beamed, landing his bubble nearby. The last time he had met Alex had been shortly after Aura's attack on him and that had been a most unhappy experience. "My bubbles work properly again and I discovered the library," he agreed, nodding contentedly. "Say, have you ever been to Finland? And can you speak Finnish?" Now if he were to somehow stumble upon someone who could actually speak Finnish that would make his plans much more feasable to actually accomplish. "And how are you, by the way?"
Juka was planning on a nice quiet day of reading. He had given up with trying to read about and learn the game of chess as an abysmally failed experiment but had not given up on books. Nope not given up those at all, in fact he had only recently discovered that he quite enjoyed them. Even if his brief foray into the wide world of chess had been a failure in every sense of the word he had, at least, gotten one thing out of it and that was the library. The library filled with rows upon rows of hundreds and thousands of books on any topic that he could possibly hope to dream of.
Today's topic of the day was going to be the country of Finland. Juka current plan was to research everything there ever was to know about the country, learn to speak Finnish, and then go float over there for a visit. How feasible this plan was he didn't really stop to think though something at the back of his mind whispered that, floating bubble or no, it probably wasn't all that practical of a plan. Still, a little thing like what was practical and what wasn't had never stood in his way before and he most certainly was not going to let it stand in his way now.
A book in his hands and five more books floating in five bubbles around him, Juka floated from the library all the way back to the Mansion, looking for a nice place to sit and read for a few hours. His plan, of course, was to find a little patch of sun on top of the Mansion roof because that would, hopefully, stop his usual problem of allowing people to distract him due to the fact that most people didn't tend to spend much time on the roof. Unfortunately for him and grand book reading plans, people, or at the very least one person, distracted him anyway
"Alexander," he yelled out, spotting a familiar face below him. He floated over to the other man, books above his head and a grin upon his face. Last time they had met Juka hadn't exactly been his usual bubbly self. This time he was back to normal, at least when he managed to keep his brain from brooding.
Apparently Juka just had to accept that fact that there was nothing he could do for Kealey just at the moment. Well, he certainly had his own moments of depression, especially lately, so he supposed to couldunderstand that even if his acceptance was somewhat on the reluctant side.
"If you ever need to brood to someone, I've been told I'm a good ear," he suggested, not quite willing to give up everything. Even if he couldn't help by actually doing something, the mere fact of talking sometimes tended to be theraputic.
"That, and you should come see my band and I perform. We're playing again in a couple of weeks and you, my darling, are formally invited." Nothing like a live show to distract from brooding thoughts.
Juka felt like celebrating with the untimely demise of his giant, flowery, metallic foe. Bruised and battered or not, he had come out victorious. In fact, even better, it seemed Saph had likewise come out on top, although the both of them looked a little worse for wear. Or at least he assumed he looked a little worse for wear based on the many aches and pains he was now experiencing, but he could certainly attest to the fact that his partner was. He was even bleeding a little.
"What's the matter, Jukes, can't handle a little pink pea shooter?"
"Pea shooters? No problem," Juka answered cockily. Unfortunately his cocky attitude almost cost him as a horde of tiny robots suddenly erupted, seemingly out of nowhere and began to swarm. It was almost a reflexive action combined with Saph's barely on time warning that allowed him to dodge the first round of attacks.
"Up I go." Juka sent his bubble straight up, halting about 25 ft above the ground. Tiny robots swarmed and he commanded his anvils to windmill around him at high velocities. A robot flew in for the attack, getting struck down by an anvil. OK, so as long as his anvils kept moving, not to many robots came all at once and there weren't any surprises, he would be ok. Hopefully.
Juka was having difficulty believing it himself. What kind of sick and twisted person not only brought the bright and colourful world of Mario to life but also created and underground Dig Dug land? They must have a very disturbed mind indeed and they must greatly desire the mental suffering of both himself and Saph. Oh, Shin would surely feel their revenge at the end of this little task. Most certainly.
Juka jumped at the sound of the exploding dragon balloon, or at least he would have had he not currently been floating in his bubble. Instead his bubble did a sort of hopping motion upwards, before returning to its usual floating height. Although reasonably certain his own bubble wasn't able to be popped like that, he really did not want to find out first hand. Popping looked horrifically painful.
"Guess its up to me then," Juka commented, staring straight at his foe with his best intimidating glare. As it turned out, his best intimidating glare was not very intimidating as the little white man with the bike pump didn't even appear to notice, simply walking forward, death in his eyes. Or at least he assumed there was death in the little humanoid's eyes since he wasn't actually able to see its eyes beyond the mask.
Juka prepared himself until the man got close enough to strike, trying to remember what he knew about Dig Dug. If he remembered correctly, the characters in the game were balloons that could be blown up, just like the enemies. That meant...maybe they needed to be exploded. Or maybe hitting them with anvils would do.
The beekeeper man sent out his bike pump in Juka's direction and he dodged dexterously, floating just above the line of the attack. Simultaneously he sent down one of his anvils, hitting the man directly on the head and...having the anvil bounce off again with no apparent damage. The anvil. Bounced off of him. It. Whatever. "Oh oh. I think we need something pointy."
Even if Juka had to be careful of trusting Lori given her place of residence, he still couldn't help but grin mischievously at her intention to return to her business meeting in her current state of undress. Now this was a woman he could appreciate, one who was confident in who she was and what she looked like. "What a disappointment if you aren't able to take pictures of their expressions, my dear."
When Lori asked himself and Kai how they met, Juka shared a look with Kai before the teen proceeded to explain all about their pokemon tournament. "You should have seen it. Even if Kai here, was the defeated one, he put on a brilliant showing. Perhaps you should come and watch the next round of action. Yours truly is sure to take the finals." Confidence was never something he had a shortage of.
Juka continued his cleaning activities, knowing that the taxi would be there within minutes, which was probably a good thing for poor overwhelmed Kai. He would have to find the teen someone, Juka decided. Yes indeed, he'd go to some of his favourite companions and see if any of them had a teenage sister. What a fantastic idea. He nodded to himself.
"Its only happened once before," Juka answered despondently. "But that was different. At least I think it was different. Aura stabbed me and I almost died. I couldn't leave my bubble for an entire month." At least it had made some sense last time. Maybe his bubble had been trying to protect him or something, but that bubbles gave much protection, but still. Now, however, there was nothing to protect him from. He didn't even have any minor bruises, let alone a stab wound through the chest. Maybe his power had finally gone completely haywire and he would be trapped in his bubble forever after. Oh, what had he done to deserve this?
"Opened a black hole?" Juka blinked at Sam, momentarily distracted from his own problems at the prospect of black holes being spontaneously opened and the chaos that was sure to cause. Really, when compared to his own problems it made his currently dilemma not look so bad after all. "You know someone who can do that?"
"Before when this happened, it just sort of went away on its own," Juka answered Sam, trying to be as helpful as possible. "Unfortunately that was a month later..."
Juka paused before answering, trying to think of all the qualities of his bubble. "Well, it floats as you can see. It kind of has its own air supply and temperature regulation inside, so it doesn't matter what the weather is like outside. Um...I can send out tendrils and mini-bubbles." He demonstrated by sending out a tendril and picking up a nearby bottle out of a garbage can and then redepositing it back into the garbage can. "And its recently started to control time. I think that's about it." As Sam touched his iced finger to the bubble it compressed slightly with the pressure, little frosty cobwebs extending from the point of contact.
Juka nodded his agreement with Cafas' assessment of Verdy. He barely understood the general rules of decency as it was, at least when it came to the less serious ones that encompassed looks, flirting and hugs, so he certainly wasn't the one to tell Cafas whether or not looking a woman up and down was rude. If it bothered her she should say something, simple as that.
As the conversation continued around him, Juka began leading the way to the living room. He sent Koga a confused look. "What do you mean we discuss Verdy like she isn't here? She's a lovely princess of a woman and she's right here with us." He pointed her out helpfully to the reptilian sometimes ninja. "I am the fashion extraordinaire, Koga, so of course I can help you out with your sewing dilemma."
"They sound like typical parents to me," Juka replied with a shrug, though his voice did hold a hint of sympathy. "At least they just sent you to school and didn't completely ex-communicate you from the household." Mostly he was ok with what his parents had done to him but sometimes it still bothered him. Who were they to judge his lifestyle choices anyway? It wasn't their life, after all.
"Clay Cthulu was definitely not what I'd consider to be fun," Juka agreed with Verdy completely. "I had bruises for a week after that fateful day." At least he'd had the good feelings associated with being part of saving the city though. That was nice.
Juka beamed at the compliment and when Andrea sang a few lines of her own, he decided that her voice wasn't too bad either. Maybe with a few voice lessons, she could really have some talent. "Darling, I'm certain you would have the time of your life. And you really must meet Kitsu, my bassist. She's a fox mutant and I'm certain she would absolutely adore you."
"Taxis I can catch," Juka assured Andrea. Even if he didn't have much more experience with taxis than he did with public transit. With the amount of time he spent clubbing, under age or not, taxis were a necessity. He didn't allow any of his friends to drive drunk and even if he did drive, it wasn't something he would be willing to do either. Juka Miami took care of his friends, whether they wanted him to or not. Besides, it wasn't unusual for him to be among the most sober of his groups. While he liked to have a good time, he didn't particularly enjoy getting wasted.
Standing on the side of the road, Juka waved the approaching taxi over. For a moment he feared it would simply drive off, completely ignoring them, but at the last minute it decided to stop. He beamed his success at Andrea before opening the door and entering the cab. "To the museum if you would, my dear man." The driver nodded, making not a comment about either Juka's or Andrea's unusual appearance.
"Do you need some fresh clothes, oh angelic one?" Juka asked Lori. As much as he really did enjoy the view (it should be a sin to cover up a body like that) he had to be practical about such things. The buttons on her shirt were, after all, rather unfortunately destroyed, likely never to be usable again. Well, unfortunate for her perhaps, anyway, really not so unfortunate for either himself or Kai.
Juka, of course, had been to Sanctuary before and could probably go there again if he really felt like it. Interesting that Lori should live at such a place, though. He had experience with two of its patrons and neither of those experiences were particularly pleasant. Maybe Lori was the exception to the rule or maybe she was someone he should be careful around. Just in case. Just until he learned more. But careful or not, no reason why he couldn't' still enjoy her, now was there?
The flower shop really was a mess and, as he began cleaning, Juka started to feel guilty about the whole situation all over again. Maybe he would have to bake the teen a cake. Yes, that's exactly what he'd do. Just as soon as this whole mess was cleaned up.
As Saph saved Juka from the spiky pain-filled orange ball of doom, he thought about apologizing for his earlier giggle but didn't get the chance as another spiky ball and another coin both fell from the evil looking cloud, aimed right for his head. With a fast thought, he brought his anvils around, arranging them so they each touched one another, forming a sort of square metal umbrella over his head. First the spiky ball fell on his anvilbrella, rolling off the edge and then the coin shortly afterward.
"I think I'll be fine, my brave hero," Juka answered, watching Saph's crowbar sail into an unknown portion of the maze. "What kind of twisted mind created this maze anyway?" About the last thing he ever expected to be doing, whether it was to apply to join the X-Men or for any other reason, was to wander through some twisted Nintendo labyrinth.
Juka's first impressions of the green plumbing pipes were not particularly threatening. He was familiar enough with Mario that he recognized the pipes instantly. Even when the first flower first stuck its head out of the pipe, he didn't immediately think that it was a threat. How frightening could a flower really be? As it turned out, very frightening when that flower also happened to blow little balls of fire!
The first ball of fire Juka managed to avoid, but then fire spitting flowers began appearing from all of the pipes, each of them aiming their insidious little balls of flame at the two of them and while the flames moved just a little bit slower than flames really should move (actually they shouldn't move at all should they?), with that many it was impossible to dodge them all. One of the balls of fire hit him on the shoulder and she shrieked in rather feminine fashion. If not for his bubble he was sure there would probably be the scent of burning hair wafting through the air.
Out of the corner of his eye Juka noticed a single pipe without a flower coming out of it. He pointed, "We need to get in there as quickly as possible!" Trusting Saph to follow, Juka ran for it, getting hit by 2 more little balls of fire in the process, but making it to the pipe more or less all in one piece.
Entering the pipe provided yet another in a long string of surreal experiences. Instead of the inside of the pipe being green, as expected, it was orange and instead of being smooth like the inside of a pipe should be, it was more like dirt. With a backwards glance at Saph and a shrug of his shoulders, Juka walked further into the 'pipe' where he came to a T shaped junction. To one side of the T was what looked like a blown up balloon dragon complete with fire breathing breath and to the other side was what he could only assume was a human in a white suite and mask. In his hands he carried what looked like a bike pump. Neither the balloon dragon nor the beekeeper man had yet seen Juka but they had to choose a path soon and as soon as they did, one or both of them was sure to spot them and then who knew what they would do.
Oh, Juka liked the sound of that, he liked the sound of that a lot. "Do elaborate my gorgeous blond angel," he suggested to Lori with a wink, taking no pains to hide the fact that he quite admired the view he was currently receiving. It was really rather unfortunate when he decided that he really should turn back around and help Kai with the cleaning up of the store. Rather unfortunate indeed.
Turning his attentions reluctantly back to Kai, Juka discovered that the teen was doing much worse in the current situation than he was. He was just so sweet and innocent it was a little amusing, though he kept his smirking to a minimum. Not that he thought Kai was likely to notice a smirk given his present preoccupation.
While Juka himself fully admitted to open admiration and rather impure thoughts, he had enough experience to keep control of his faculties. As a self-proclaimed rock star (and an actual musician) as well as someone who most would consider more than a little promiscuous, at some point he had gained if not immunity to beautiful half naked women (and men) then certainly resistance to their charms. Besides, he preferred to be the one doing the seducing or at least allowing himself to be seduced. These things didn't just happen by accident or whim!
Juka went and grabbed the broom that he was directed to and a garbage bag as well. He attempted to hand the bag to Kai. "Kai, my dear, I do believe I may need your help." He smiled his amusement, patient with the kid.
Not only did Juka not like big giant scary robots that shot missiles at him, but he was also not a big fan of bruises either, not in the slightest. Maybe if he was masochistic like Saph and gained strength out of the whole deal, but that was, alas, simply not the case. Nor was it the case that bubbles offered much protection. Or no protection, as the case was proving to be. If he got out of this whole ordeal alive, he wouldn't be able to sit for a week, he was sure of it.
Just as Juka floated away from the wall, pile of bruises and all, another missile flew in his direction but this one he saw and managed to dodge. The wall, previous bane of his pain-ridden body, was reduced to rubble. Or at least a large whole in the center was reduced the rubble. If it could do that to walls he didn't even want to consider what it could do to living breathing human bodies.
As the robot reloaded and prepared to fire yet again, Juka took the time to clearly observe it and its outer workings. Clearly its armour was strong enough that simply smashing it with his anvils wasn't going to do much. He could see the dents he had made previously, but it would take an awful lot of anvil shots to incapacitate it that was and he was pretty sure his dodging and blocking skills would fail him before his anvils destroyed the thing. The weak point appeared to be the area in which the missiles were exiting the contraption and that was something he could work with. Hopefully.
Another missile shot out of the thing, which Juka circled above and around. Instead of continuing to flee this time, however, he let his momentum carry him closer to the flying robot. Once in range, two anvils flew around to collide with the missile exit point, denting it enough to partially close off the entrance to the missile. A moment later the thing tried to fire off another missile but was unable to due to the block in the opening and, mere seconds after that, an explosion rocked through the machine. Once again the shockwaves from the explosion knocked Juka back, though he managed to stop himself before colliding with any other hard and painful objects. Once back in control of himself, he looked where the robot had previously been and was satisfied to find a smoking pile of scrap metal in its place. He turned to see how Saph was faring.
Juka's usual nightly patrols had gone later than usual this last night. Or perhaps that would be earlier than usual since down had come hours ago and it was now fully light out. In truth, his patrols had been getting steadily longer and longer although the actual amount of crime that he managed to stop wasn't getting any more significant as more of his patrols were spent off in his own mind than actual searching for criminals to punish.
There was one particular reason for this turn of events in Juka's life, and that was the realization that his life was very likely to stretch on forever in front of him. In the daylight, surrounded by sun and people, he was learning to deal with this new state of existence, or at least learning to hide how much it bothered him. In truth, as long as he had his friends around him and the constant background of people and happiness, it really didn't bother him. The difficulty lay in those hours after the sun had set when he was alone and forbidden sleep when the thoughts and images played through his head. Images of everyone he knew and cared about rotting away, withering before his eyes as he was trapped in his youthful form. In the daylight he could convince himself that he didn't have to worry about such eventualities for decades yet, but at night it was different. At night there was nothing to remind him of the good things in life, nothing to convince him that his fate was really not so bad as he was making it out to be.
The patrols helped, at least a little. At least when Juka was patrolling the city he had something to do, something practical besides brooding. Unfortunately for the last few nights, despite his best efforts not to, brooding had been what his mind was intent upon. With a sigh Juka set his bubble down at the very edge of Central Park, away from any curious eyes and put his Green Mage costume and mask into his back pack, deciding that what he really needed was a coffee, something sweet and a room full of people.
Crossing the street out of the park and back into the city at large, Juka looked around for any place that caught his eye. While he no longer required food or drink, there was nothing quite like a strong coffee and a piece of cheese cake to make one feel better about the day.
Deciding the name, at least, looked promising, Juka shrugged to himself and wandered inside. Even after a night of patrols he still looked near his best, if a little more plain than usual, with a long green skirt, fishnets along his arms and his usual big orange hair. The place was busy and he took a seat one table over from a shaggy red haired main wearing headphones. He smiled at the waitress who walked over to take his order. "A coffee and a slice of cheese cake, if you would my fair lady." That was exactly what he needed.
