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.
"Exactly," Juka nodded happily. So few people understood all that went into looking as constantly fabulous as he did and equally few people really appreciated him for it. But Kealey honestly seemed to get it and for that she was wonderful. He beamed at her.
"Well, you know the invitation is always open to you, my dear." Juka was a little disappointed that she didn't want to take a ride but it was her loss really. Besides, he could understand since she was obviously still distressed about the poor burning library.
"What can I do to cheer you up?" Juka asked. "Do you need a cookie?" He hated to see anyone unhappy, especially someone as lovely as Kealey. Good people like her didn't deserve to have sorrow in their lives and he wanted to do everything he could to try and get rid of it, or at least to make her forget about it for a little while. Because that's what friends did for each other.
Juka extended a hand out to Sawyer, intending to bubble him and float him back to the safety of the Mansion. He wasn't intending to make this into a ride this time around, just get him safely back where he was supposed to be, hopefully before his keepers discovered he was missing. And even if they had discovered it, hopefully Juka would at least be able to avoid their wrath. Would his prospective X-man trainee status be subject to refusal because he had helped a minor skip out on his curfew? Best not to stick around to find out.
Once the Mansion was in sight, Juka directed his bubble to the roof, just outside of the stairs leading down and back into the building. He unbubbled in order to let the kid back down onto the roof. "We'll have to do this again, Sawyer. I had fun." And it was a welcome distraction from his rather pessimistic thoughts lately. He prepared himself for his departure, rebubbling.
"I'll live," Juka answered Hunter. His own well being wasn't half as important as that of the little girl anyway. He could take care of himself and his wounds would eventually heal but he wasn't so sure about her. So young and innocent to be involved in something like this, it was heartbreaking. It was one thing to assault full grown adult mutants but shouldn't children have a different set of laws to govern how one acted towards them? As bad as it was to assault anyone, it was ten times worse when it was a child involved.
Hunter's presence made all the difference in the world to Juka's current position. While there were still far too many bodies and far to many fists and feet flying, now, at least, he had the opportunity to unbubble and grab the little girl. Not bothering to answer Hunter's question verbally, he went to work. In a moment his bubble disappeared and he landed softly on the ground, stick that had previously been used as a weapon falling beside him. "Take my hand, I'm going to get you out of here," he gently told the little girl.
Clearly terrified, the little girl took his hand and a moment later Juka's bubble reappeared, this time surrounding the both of them. He sent out a tendril and grabbed his branch once again, just as a rock smashed into his bubble, hitting him in the shoulder. Yet one more bruise to add to the multitude but at least he had the child now.
"HUNTER!!! Cover your eyes and hold your breath! Get the kids out of there!"
Reinforcements had finally arrived and not a moment too soon. Smoke began to fill the area and people began hacking and coughing. In his bubble, of course, both Juka and the girl were perfectly safe from the smoke. He looked with some concern at Hunter, hoping he'd be able to make it out all right. Unfortunately he wasn't able to carry more than one person at a time with him and, after one more glance in his direction, began floating the girl over to the cops.
In some ways Juka had come to take for granted the view he could gain from high above the ground, floating in his bubble, but seeing the expression on Sawyer's face made him appreciate it anew. It reminded him of the first time he had first discovered his power and how positively wonder struck he had been. Sometimes it just took a little push to help him recall just how fortunate he was in his life.
"I guess we should return you to the Mansion," Juka finally suggested, with some reluctance. "I won't be missed but if you're gone for much longer, you might be." Absently he wondered just how long it would take someone to notice if he was to ever go missing but forced the thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to contemplate such things. Even if it occasionally felt like he was alone in the world, he knew he wasn't.
"Think you can make it back on your own or do you need a lift?" It was getting close to the time in which Juka normally began his nightly patrols. The city, alas, was always in need of a hero even if it was just someone to stop a purse snatching or a bit of bullying.
"Distraction is definitely probably the way to go," Juka agreed, remembering what, exactly, Abyss had been able to do to those poor humans. They hadn't stood a chance and Juka was pretty sure that even he probably wouldn't stand much of a chance. Distraction followed by run for your life really did seem like the way to go.
"Just making sure you don't suddenly go and developing self esteem issues or anything." Juka winked at Koga. He didn't really seem the type to go all angsty on them all of a sudden, but it couldn't hurt to be certain.
Juka hadn't really thought about the opportunity to see the world flourish before. His mind had been so preoccupied with images of his friends dying that he hadn't even stopped to consider the up sides to his newfound state. "You know, Koga, you might just have a point there. Hunter's all ready agreed to be a friend through the ages. Maybe what I have to do is find others like me and maybe you apparently, so we can all enjoy eternity together." If anyone had the ability to find other immortals, surely it would be him?
" He isss coming to the ssstatesss sssoon, he told me I wasss to visssit with him, when he got here. You could come with me, if you wanted. If its true, we could watch the world decay together…”
"Koga, if you want me to come you know I'd be honoured to." Juka spoke seriously. He knew what it was like to discover the prospect of watching the world decay, and he could guess what it must be like to discover you had a legacy and that your family wasn't who or what you thought it was. "And I promise not to say anything to anyone."
There were very few people that could compete with the speed of Juka's bubble. Outside of his bubble he was both relatively weak and relatively slow, but inside of it he could travel as fast as a car in the city, though he couldn't achieve high way speeds. Outside he was just another person, all be it a rather fabulous and amazing person, but inside of it he was something truly special. His bubble provided the ultimate freedom and a good amount of versitility to go with it. Sawyer, it seemed, could compete however which was remarkably impressive in his mind.
As Juka shot straight up into the sky, he peeked over at the statue and the teenager making his way up it far faster than any mere human could. It was remarkable to watch the agility in which he navigated its various outcroppings and somehow managed to race to the top without falling to his doom. Without his safe little bubble, it was a feat that Juka himself likely would have been terrified to do. His bubble, after all, made everything safer than most had to worry about. It was lighter than air so even when he lost control it remained aloft. The only time he really had to worry about actually falling was if he was to fall unconscious. The fact that the speedster had no such protection made his feat all that much more impressive.
When the two of them finally made it to the top of the statue, Juka was hard pressed to say who had actually won the competition. "You, my dear man, are stunning," he informed his new friend with a wide grin. Because after that feat and a little competition, how could he not be a friend. "I forgive you your earlier cookie theft and can see you and your power are quite remarkable." There really wasn't much else to say other than that.
Having failed in his fly attack by the dastardly digging counter, Juka decided it was time to step things up a notch. And by step it up a notch, he meant astonish his opponent, hopefully so much so that he wouldn't be able to successfully make his next attack.
Juka sent Neko out with the intent of colliding with the Kekleon and, in the moment just before the collision was to occur, pressed a button so that the radion inside his drifblim lout out a loud obnoxious sound sure to astonish anyone.
"Kecleon, Use flame thrower!"
Oh oh. That was not the sound of an attack Juka appreciated. Drifblim fabric was, alas, very very flammable.
Juka sent one more angry glare it the malicious sun before getting down to business. So, if he couldn't simply float over the hedge maze, he'd just have to get through it the old fashioned way. Or if not the old fashioned way, because floating was not exactly old fashioned, then at least not the amzingly flying sort of way.
Floating a few feet behind Saph, the moment the pie came flying at his friend's face, Juka couldnt' help but giggle. Even if he managed to suppress the giggle almost as soon as it erupted from his mouth, he could only hope he hadn't done irreperable damage with it. But pies. Really. They were funny. And creative. And, well, with his transluscent bubble he was completely immune to pie goo and therefore it was somebody else who would suffer the sweet whipcreamy wrath. And that somebody else, as it turned out, was Saph.
When Saph stepped aside for Juka to take the lead, he didn't say a thing, just floated along in front of him, trying oh so desperately to suppress further giggles. Which he succeeded at. Mostly. Everything went very well and very easily the next several meters into the maze. It seemed Juka taking the lead was just what was most needed and no further pies or anything else appeared. Until, that is, he floated right into another wire, this one closer to chest height. Apparently the designer of the maze had known that he would be floating and not walking.
At first Juka didn't think that the wire had triggered anything and he was about to turn back to Saph to tell him as much when a shiny object fell from a white fluffy cloud. He turned back to the cloud just in time to see a second shiny object fall from the sky, an object that looked pecular and...coin shaped? He only had just enough time to identify the falling coin when another coin was dropped by the grinning white cloud directly onto his head, with a painfully audible thump. "Hey, I thought coins were good!" The next object the cloud dropped was a little spiky ball and as painful as the coin had been he was pretty sure he would like the orange spiked ball even less. Glaring, while cathartic, did not seem to be the most effective defence.
Juka did not like giant robots, especially giant robots who also happened to be shooting large and potentially dangerous missiles at him. That fact was decided in rather definitive fashion as another missile flew in his direction and he barely manged to dodge it, missile slamming into the ground and causing a rather sizable crater. Had he ever liked giant robots? Had he ever said that mechs were cool? If so, he was definately about to reevalute those particular opinions!
Juka prepared himself mentally to confront the metal monstrosity in as direct a fashion as he knew how: swoop in and pummel it to death with heavy metal anvils which would render it a crushed and abused mass of metal. That was, at least, how the plan worked inside his head. Unfortunately how it worked in reality was not quite so effective.
The successful parts of Juka's plan involved actually floating close enough to the monstrous machine to hit it with his anvils. He was also successful in striking it not once, but twice. Unfortunately that was where his success stopped. Instead of his devistating anvils crushing the machine's metalic exoskeleton and destroying its sensitive machinery underneath (at least he assumed it must have sensative machinery), all it succeeded in doing was creating a couple of large dents. Flying dath machines, it seemed, were resistant to avil attacks.
Even more unfortunate for Juka, once the second strike was landed, his enemy once again fired a missile. With no chance to actually dodge this time and barely enough of a chance to see it before it smashed into him, it was all Juka could do to bring an anvil in front of him causing the missile to collide with the metal anvil rather than his much more vulnerable flesh, likely saving his life. Or saving his life if his life were actually at risk. The force of the blast, however, forced him back and he smashed into the brick wall of a building, likely resulting in more bruises than he had experienced since Clay Cthulu. He groaned in unhappy pain.
"I think I feel more at home here than in Tokyo," Juka replied. It was something of a revaltion for him as he had always loved Tokyo. It was, however, the truth. In Tokyo, even though that was where he truly got his start in music and in the style of dress and mannerism that he currently employed, it was much more conservative overall than New York was. Maybe it was the bad memories of his family that prevented the feelings of hominess that he associated with his current city or maybe he just liked the multi-cultural atmosphere of his current city better. Either way, as much as he would love to return to Japan and visit the big city sometime, he was certain he'd eventually return to New York. There just wasn't any disputing that fact.
Juka laughed with Sawyer and his drunk girl story, imagining how his parents must have reacted and also imagining how his own parents would have reacted. Although never a fan of getting drunk, there was a time when Juka drank and partied fairly regularly despite being under age. Of course, by that time the damage had all ready been done and his parents didn't really think much of any of his habits. Now, of course, his bubble wouldn't even allow him to drink more than a couple of drinks before it interfered. "I dont' think any parent appreciates their teenage children drinking," he stated with a grimace. "Hell, I don't think any parent appreciates their children growing into teenagers period!"
Juka prepared himself for the race to the top of the statue. The speedster had the advantage in pure speed of course, probably around 15 or 20 mph if he was to guess, but he had the advantage of being able to go in a direct route rather than having to navigate the statue itself. Overall, it was going to be close.
"All right, on the count of three," Juka stated. It had to be a fair race, after all. "One...two...three!" At the moment he yelled three, his bubble shot straight up, aiming for the torch the immense lady was holding high above her head.
"You can't miss him," Juka answered with an expression kind of between a grimace and a grin. "He's big and red although I hear he's got a number of brothers that look exactly like him." The only brother that really mattered was Venus anyway and he was pretty sure his lovely Prince Venus wouldn't get himself in too much trouble. Or at least wouldn't get himself into that kind of trouble.
"Hey, don't count yourself short. There are plenty of people who would love to get with a scaled reptile like you." Juka's grin this time was authentic and amused. Increasingly he found himself attracted to unusual looking mutants although Koga was too young for him to think that way about him and was more of the friend type anyway. That and he was pretty sure that kid didn't swing that way anyway.
"Not aging isn't really the thing that bothers me." Juka couldn't quite bring himself to beam at the compliment as he normally would. "Its not aging while everyone I care about does. Its watching them wither and rot before my eyes. And I've learned to control the time thing, at least the basics, I just don't know that this is something I'll ever be able to control." Based on, admitadly, indirect evidence but it was good indirect evidence.
"A dragon?" Juka blinked at Koga. Not that he wouldn't make a very handsome dragon, but still. "What letter? Is there anything I can do to help?" Because he always helped his friends out, whenever they'd allow him to.
Juka took the girl's hand and smiled down at her, trying to put her at ease. Not that he blamed her for the nerves given what had almost happened just moments before, but he certainly didn't want to make it any worse for her than it all ready was. As always, all he wanted to do was help and maybe make a few friends along the way.
"Just doing a little shopping," Juka replied with a grin. He began walking in the direction that he hoped was the subway. Given the fact that his parents were rich and he had a magical floating bubble, public transit wasn't something he used too often. "How about you, my dear?" He wasn't quite ready to display his costume yet, not until he had the chance to make it perfect.
"Bad habits, or good habits?" Juka asked, returning the sheepish grin. Personally he thought it was lovely what she was doing. Anyone that wanted to help others and actually took the steps needed to do it, even if it didn't always work out, was good in his books.
"Trust me, boredom is the biggest problem I have now days," Juka replied with a grimace. "I try to keep busy but there's only so much one can do in a day. Thus the chess. Thus the failed chess." Even with all his spare time it seemed he just wasn't cut out to be a chess player. "I'm thinking maybe a trip to some exotic land might be more up my alley, what do you think?"
"Do you want to see?" Juka asked, always enthusiastic to show off his power. Without even waiting for a reply he upped his bubble, bowing elaborately at Kealey. "If you want to come outside I can give you a true demonstration, my dear, complete with a free ride if you should so desire."
Kealey, Juka decided, was a sweetheart. Not that he tended to have particularly negative opinions about many, but something about her was just a little more sweet and lovely than most and he figured she most be ones of those that was impossible to dislike. He certainly couldn't conceive of it.
"And I'm sure they appreciate you for it in the end," Juka assured her. "Even if they don't right away." He had been there and done that, although maybe not quite so often as she. After all, he didn't have that sixth sence to tell him when something really was wrong. All he had to go on with his intuition and experience with reading people which was sometimes fallible. Still, in his experience at least, in the long run people usually appreciated the help.
Juka giggled at Kealey's reaction to him not sleeping. "Nope not at all. My bubble appears to have transformed into a time control bubble. It kind of sleeps for me. And eats and drinks for that matter." He was ok with the whole not sleeping or needing to eat thing, that he had dealt with a long time ago and the only real disadvantage to that was boredom anyway. It was the whole not aging thing that was still an issue, an issue that still caused him major anxiety when he paused to think about it. Like now. He tried to banish the invading negative thoughts from his mind. Not much he could really do about it anyway, after all.
"Its been a while since I actually lived in Seattle," Juka answered. "I lived in Tokyo for most of my later teen years before finally coming here. Plus, I didn't stand out quite so much then." He winked at the kid. While Seattle might still hold some fond memories for him, it certainly wasn't home any more. He still thought going for a visit might be fun though. Then again, maybe he just had a different view of distance and travel than most given his power.
"New York is a lovely city and I'm sure it'll start to feel like home in no time at all. It doesn't have all the glitz and glamour of the lights of Tokyo but its more fast paced than Seattle. Plus, it seems to be a hot bed of mutant activities and you have to like that." Or maybe it was just Juka that was generally fascinated by mutants and their many shades and colours of powers. He could openly admit to anyone who cared to listen that he loved to see them and learn about them and might even admit to having a bit of an attraction to those who looked unusual. Depending, of course, on exactly what 'unusual' constituted. Slime, for example, of any sort he just couldn't find attractive.
"Why thank you," Juka bowed at the compliment to his clothes. "It takes a lot of work to look just this fabulous. Sounds like you understand the whole, conservative stuck in a rut parents thing pretty well yourself then," he noted with a grimace. "Technically I never brought a boy home for my parents to meet, but I have a feeling they would have reacted almost as badly if I brought home a girl. It was all about making a spectacle of myself and embarrassing my father." The bitterness could be heard in his voice, bitterness he could have sworn he'd dealt with a long time ago.
"So, lets see if you can make it to the top of this here statue before I can," Juka challenged, grinning. Even if he did have a bit of an unfair advantage over the kid.
