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?
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Celeste was whispering Angua's name a couple times as they crossed through the maze. Celeste also made sure she stayed as close as possible to Gawain. She wasn't about to get lost again in this Maze, by herself. God, she was really starting to hate this whole Maze thing. Who's great idea was it to put this thing out back? When Celeste heard Angua bark back to Gawain's whistle, she was so happy. But then nothing. The dog nor the man could find a way to be reunited. She let out a deep sigh.
>> "Used to be. Ended up at the Mansion when I was sixteen. Now I work here. I do power training, mostly, some administration... and I'm on the X-team. How about you?"
She nodded, "Nice, that's awesome. So you're an... X-Men?" She asked the question slowly, her curiosity clearly rising. That was pretty awesome, if she was actually being led around lost in a Maze by an X-Men. Seemed kinda funny, really. Power training? She wondered if Gawain would help train her at some point. It would be pretty awesome if she could figure out new ways to use her powers, besides whipping them with rads.
She shrugged at his question, "I got to New York a few months ago from Canada. I just got enrolled a few days ago to finish up high school diploma. In the meantime, I've just been a waitress and volunteer for the library. Not nearly as exciting as you!" She grinned, the last part of course being slightly silly.
A big smile came onto her lips, then a quiet laugh. Part of her was happy that she would get a little tour of some of the mansion, another part happy that she wouldn't have to worry about being lost in the huge mansion.
>> "Don't let the glamor of the X-men name throw you off. They're all a bunch of children."
She arched her eyebrow. Fair enough, but it wasn't often that someone heard that opinion, at least from individuals who've she's seen around the school. Those individuals she has met, of course, might have just been lying. She knew, as a realistic as she likes to call herself, that the X-Men were still human... Er... Mutants and still prone to mistakes. Having a power doesn't make you invincible from making a mess of things.
There might have been some bad blood between Jude and the X-Men? He did say his guardian was an X-Men. Maybe some family drama? Drama in general was pretty fun, so long as she was pretty far away from the center of it and was witnessing it from the outside. She was honestly a bit curious about his opinions on the X-Men. She knew they weren't perfect but she ultimately strives for their ideals. She had to debate on asking why he thought that or just brush it off. She finally settled on a pretty basic response, "Fair enough," and she nodded her head.
>> "Right. So, this is the admin hall. I just came through here. Follow DocProf's space down toward the light and we'll come out at the kitchen. The windows look out over the side porch. That's why it's bright."
Celeste nodded, following Jude like a semi-lost puppy. She recognized most of the admin hall, from when Juliette brought her into the school. She was trying her best to make mental notes.
>> "If you really want to snoop, all the juicy secrets are to your right. Those stairs take you down underground to all the X-men stuff. Airplane hangar, simulation room, locker room... If you want to someday join them, which I advise against, you might be down there a ton. In the meantime, if you need extra cash, the X's employ Mansion kids to watch the perimeter cameras, but the hours are weird sometimes. Make nice with whoever makes the schedule if you try that."
Was that a dare? She paused, taking a look towards the so called juicy secrets. She clearly wanted to go down there, but also was pretty conflicted. "Well, snooping can be fun," she whispered to herself. She looked over Jude again, betting this guy was going to get her into some trouble. She cleared her throat, "Gotcha. I'm not really sure if I'm going to join them or not. I might, I might not. I haven't really thought that far ahead." She actually had thought zero about it. She had never considered her an X-Men. That would definitely be a if it happens, it happens kind of situation. Celeste was planning on working in radiation cleanup, or maybe radiology, anyways. She shook her head, "I'm actually a waitress at Wallflower diner, I work about 30-35 hours or so a week there, so I don't think I'd have time or make enough by doing that. Plus, I don't live in the mansion and... Buses." She made a slightly disgusted face. She mentally hit herself, too. There really wasn't any reason to go into that much detail by simply saying she wasn't interested in watching cameras.
>> "Was that... helpful? Or too much?"
She nodded, "Oh yeah, it definitely is. Thanks for the details and I definitely appreciate your honesty." She really did like that he was pretty open about how his ideas of the X-Men. Not a lot of people in the mansion probably would say that if they had those feelings, at least not openly to a complete stranger. "There's a chance I'll need to ask a question or two, may make you repeat it a little bit, but I think I got most of the information down." She was semi-joking, a grin on her face. It was a lot to take in but Celeste was very serious about these type of things - she did her best to record it into her memory.
Celeste was glad to hear that he laughed after her little joke - thankfully, it didn't look like she would be in any trouble then. She was a bit worried about that, even though her intentions were innocent. People can take things in a million different ways, no matter how innocent the intention might have been. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
>> "Jude Coilin."
She nodded, "Well, nice to meet you, Jude." Jude. That was a nice name. She thought back, thinking if she had ever met anyone else with that name before. Maybe it wasn't a common name or maybe she just wasn't exposed that much.
>> "One of the X-men is my guardian so I've kinda been here forever. I'm not a student anymore, but I know my way around. I've got some time to kill. Let me show you around. You can meet my little brother too. There's not enough eyes in the world to keep that kid out of trouble, so the more people looking after him while I'm not here, the better."
Celeste eyes followed Jude's eyes to the "Closed" sign on DocProf's door. Celeste was actually pretty interested in meeting him - she wanted to know more about her body and how it handled the crazy ridiculous radiation that found it's home inside her through her X-Gene.
More importantly, she wondered if she'd hurt anyone if there was an emergency where she was bleeding, had to have surgery, or something. The radiation would be in her blood, but regular surgical gloves wouldn't be very protective. That was meant for a different time, though.
That is pretty cool, having an X-Men as a guardian. She nodded, clearly interested, "Wow, that is pretty awesome - having a guardian part of the X-Men." She wondered if he ever went on any crazy missions or something that the X-Men tended to do. She tried to guess his age - he looked young. Maybe around her age, definitely not past the early 20's though. Recently graduated from the Mansion or from another school?
She was more than willing to be shown around, but she didn't really want to take away his time for doing... Whatever he was doing, "I appreciate the offer, but if you're busy, it's okay.. I wouldn't want to interrupt your time or anything, unless you have time, of course," she stumbled out. She really had to work on her rambling. She really didn't want to take away from his time. At the same time, she really was probably lost, and he might be her easiest way to get back on track.
She let out a small laugh at his comment about his brother. Nothing like siblings, "Ut-oh. Little troublemaker. How old is he?"
Celeste enjoyed meandering the halls of the place, not really paying attention to where she was going. That probably destroyed the point of her excursion into the Mansion. She remembered this hallway when she walked through it with Juliette when she finally gained the courage to come in. The hallways weren't as pretty as the main lobby, but still pretty darn impressive. Celeste was more worried about that Roomba sliding by with knives on it like when she first enrolled. She shuddered at the thought. If Juliette hadn't moved in time, Celeste would never have noticed it until it was too late. Celeste wondered what would happen if someone did cut her enough to bleed a lot considering her internal radiation load was nearly 5,000 rads.
Oh well, hopefully she wouldn't have any appendicectomies soon. That might be a doozy and a surprise for the doctor. Celeste took a few more turns before stopping as her watch alarm went off. It was time for her nausea meds. She took them with a quick swig of water from the little water bottle she carries with her, stuffing them neatly back into her purse.
>> "Hey. You lost? This is the admin hall. Registration and the x-men offices and crap. Nothing interesting if you're keen to snoop. Or. Err, DocProf's back there if you needed the healer, but he's not in."
Celeste jumped and made a very quiet squeak. When did he get there? How did he get there? Hopefully, she wasn't going to get in trouble for walking around the mansion at strange hours. It looked like she would have to communicate some on her quest. She took a breath, "You caught me, being a snoop," she joked, "Kidding. Um, no, I'm not lost." Actually, now that she actually thought about it, she probably was. She had been meandering around hallways and not really paying attention to where she was actually going. "I just got enrolled - I start classes tomorrow, so I thought I'd just take a look around the Mansion before hand. Make sure I know where everything is. Trying to avoid the whole awkwardly coming in 5 minutes late with everyone staring at you kinda thing." Healer. She had heard that the Mansion had a healer. She loved how he was called a healer and not a Doctor, it made it seem very fantasy like. Kinda like in some of her books.
Like a lightbulb went off, she quickly began to introduce herself, "Oh, I'm Celestina De Ward, by the way. Are you a student here as well?"
Celeste had the day off. Her little diner had the day off for her and she had no scheduled shift at the library. She had the entire day to herself, which drove her crazy. Celeste needed to be doing something, to have her mind focused. After she made breakfast for her roommate, Ms. Norma, she finally decided she was going to go to the Mansion. She needed to figure out where her classes were so she could be at least somewhat on time tomorrow.
Celeste hated buses. She especially hated municipality buses. They always seemed to be dirty, smelled a little weird, and worst of all full of people. Like a pack of sardines, everyone huddled into the tiny, smelly bus. But Celeste knew she had to persist- she couldn't keep walking 1-2 hours to work and back to the library. She wouldn't be able to afford a car for a long time either. And now that her classes start tomorrow, she knew she definitely couldn't keep that up. Her legs were already sore enough and adding another couple hours to her walking day would be awful. Practically, it wouldn't work too well either, considering most of her days schedule will be packed.
Finally, her bus finally made it to her spot. She dashed off the bus, grateful to be out of the smelly pit of mobility. The mansion was only a short walk ahead. She checked her watch, looked like it was still pretty early morning. Maybe if she was lucky she could avoid most of the people at the school.
Her mind drifted to classes that she'd be beginning tomorrow. Would they be hard? Easy? How would her mutation fit into all of this? How could they help train her to help her mutations? She wasn't sure how it would all fit together. She let her arm charge up a little, watching the little sprinkles flow around before letting it disappear. She had a pretty good sense of control over it, mainly due to searching online for guides and self practice. She remembered when she would flare some of her radiation into some weeds in her parents backyard. It usually only took a couple hours for them to die. Granted, she also did that to some of her mother's flowers too. This was especially true as her parents began to ignore her existence.
Celeste had arrived at the front gate, poked in her unique entrance code, and entered the mansion grounds. She entered the front door of the huge mansion. She was still pretty darn impressed with the lobby itself.
"Welp, here goes to exploring your new school, Celeste," she whispered to herself and started off to the hallway to the right.
>> "Well, if this is a horror movie, we'd split up first, and then one of us would go take a shower. Probably me, since there's gotta be a final girl, and you're the only girl here right now. Unless we get stuck here overnight.. C'mon, I know this place pretty well. We just gotta find Angua first, and then I'll lead you out..."
Celeste couldn't help but laugh a little at his comment, "Well, that is a very good point. I can't argue with that." She perked her brow at his comment about getting stuck overnight. Did girls flock to this place at night? Was it a girls club that meets at night? Oh well, guess she would find out eventually.
She followed Gawain pretty closely, careful not to lose him. She was not about to lose her chance to get out of this maze, that was for sure. She already had worked herself up in a fizzy trying to figure out how to get out. Figuring she mine as well make conversation, she quietly asked Gawain, "So... Are you a student here?" She didn't really know why she talked to lowly. She coughed, "I mean, are you a student here?"
Celeste scanned the guy standing near her, still not quite sure to make of him. He was attractive - granted, attractiveness seemed to be a pretty common trait around here. He seemed friendly too, although a little confused as to why a random girl was lost in the Maze. Understandable. It was weird that they had met in a Maze, where she was lost, due to some movement which may or may not have been his dog. Oh well.
Celeste could tell from his facial expression that he wondered why she was lost int he maze. "Well, I thought I saw something so I decided to check it out..." She realized how stupid it sounded when she started speaking, so her cheeks started turning a little red. "I thought I'd see what it was because why not... And here I am." That probably wasn't the most convincing statement she ever said, but it was the truth.
She checked her flip phone again, "With no signal, lost in a maze. It's almost like a kinda horror movie. Stupid girl goes into stupid Maze because of seeing something stupid..." She quickly realized she was digging the hole for herself even deeper, so decided to quieten her rambling.
>> "I'll remember that. Name's Gawain. And it's a she... the dog, I mean. Her name is Angua. She's big, but very friendly."
She nodded with a warm smile, "It's nice to meet you Gawain." Gawain. That's a pretty name, one she had never heard of before either. "Angua, sounds like she's a big ole' cutie. Umm... Do you have any idea how to start looking for her in here...?"
The random person didn't seem like a killer ready to attack. Celeste relaxed, clearly looking a bit more relieved and less offensive than she had a few moments before.
>> "I'm sorry, that was not meant for you. Have you... seen my dog, by any chance? She's fleeing from a bath and she ran in here..."
I'd hope not, she thought to herself. Although, her lack of being filthy was at least somewhat vindicated. A dog? Could that be what she saw run into the Maze? She honestly wasn't sure, but maybe it was a good thing he had come along before the dog did. The dog might not be too much of a fan of a random person in the Maze. She shook her head, "Um, no, I haven't seen one... I did see something come in here, but I couldn't really tell what it was... Which is how I'm in here..." She paused, debating on telling him if she was lost, she took a sigh and muttered, "and how I'm kinda lost in here."
She knew she wouldn't get out of the Maze by herself, so she decided to offer her assistance to the guy. "I can help you look for her? Or is it him? By the way, I'm Celestina." She reached her hand out to shake his, "I promise I'm not too filthy," she grinned, clearly making a joke out of the situation.
Celeste clearly was relaxing after their dust filled bookshelf cleaning adventure. She didn't really realize how tiring it was until they were inside the small lounge room, with kinda comfy looking chairs. She wondered if they'd run into Ms. Bats in here - that would be great. Talk about ruining the relaxing mood. Maybe she could offer a slice of pineapple and ham pizza? Knowing her luck, she'd be one of the anti pineapples on pizzas.
>> ”Aww, look at you! Looking after a poor librarian’s bank account.”
She grinned, "I mean, that's what I do. Help librarian's all over the world not use all their money on pizza. It's a talent, truly." Whew, she was glad he had no complaints to pineapple and ham. She only realized how risky it was to say those toppings - considering the recent internet controversy of pineapples on pizza. Personally, it was one of her favorite toppings on pizza and couldn't believe more people didn't enjoy it. On the same note, she wasn't about to fight with someone over it like some people seemed to be. A pizza is a pizza, after all, and you can't wrong with pizza.
>> ”I so wish I could adopt you right here as my second sister.”
She laughed, "I would be fine with that, long lost brother. Nothing like pineapple on a pizza to bring two people into siblinghood." She grinned,"Is it just you and your sister or are there more Bookman's running the world?" Hopefully, that didn't seem too pryful, she was genuinely curious about his life. Not a lot of people turn out as good as Booker seemed to have. She wanted to get to know him better - she felt like they could become really good friends outside of the library. And if there was one thing lacking in Celeste's life right now, was friends outside of the library or diner. Not to mention, if his other sister was any as awesome as he was, she bet her and his sister would be good friends too! Her grumbling stomach put an end to her thoughts, though. She couldn't wait for that pizza to get here.She watched as Booker sent the pizza off and got excited, "I didn't realize how hungry I was until now."
>> ”Pick your poison. On the house, ‘course.”
Hm, which soda did she want? Dr. Pepper or Coke? Maybe Mt. Dew? Today, seemed like a coke day, "I'll take a Coca-Cola." She smiled at his joking, "It's okay though, I can pay for mine and give you some money for my half of the pizza. I don't want you to have to actually foot the entire bill!"
Celeste took a deep breath. "Okay, don't panic. Isn't that the first thing the survival guides tell you not to do. Maybe I can create like... a little fire for S.O.S. signals," Celeste talked quietly to herself, glancing around. She tried to jump so she could see over the top of the hedge, but it was at least twice her height. It would be very uncomfortable, if not impossible, to climb too. She thought about moving but decided to try to map her route in her mind when she first entered the maze. She had a terrible sense of direction. How cliche of her, going in after some unknown animal creature human thing and then getting lost in a maze. Good thing life isn't a horror movie... Right?
>> "Okay, come on, girl, don't play coy, you know you're filth... oh."
Celeste let out a small scream at hearing another human, presuming her life had become a horror movie and she was about to cut up into little pieces. Maybe they'll at least sell her organs so they'll be for some use for someone? ... Wait, playing coy? Filthy? Her eyebrows furrowed, "Um... Excuse me?" Was this the person/creature/thing she thought she saw? Didn't look anything like what she saw, but she wasn't even sure what she saw.
She sniffed herself quickly and pulled up the primitive camera on her flip phone. How long had she been in the maze? It'd only been about 15 minutes according to the phone, but maybe it wasn't working right? She thought she actually looked pretty darn cute this morning. She even got her make up to cover her little bags under her eyes perfectly. Not to mention the super good winged eyeliner she managed to pull off, for once. "I don't think I look filthy," she muttered to the stranger. She darted her eyes over the stranger, debating if she should start running for her life or not.
Celeste was busy. The diner had been busy. Not to mention, her little diner had a great idea of opening 24 hours on certain days of the week, and this was one of them. It wasn't uncomfortably busy but one or two big families would make it seem a lot worse. Celeste came in around 4am, which she learned pretty quickly is prime time for drunk people who've made some pretty bad decisions that night.
She was just waiting for Ms. Johnson, the owner of the diner, to tell her she could go home. Celeste didn't mind too much her little job, but her outfit felt tacky to her. Red and white tiled flooring. Maybe it was really the whole 1950s feeling she got from the place that made her a little uneasy.
Celeste poured some coffee into two mugs for an elderly couple. The couple seemed to come in every morning, precisely at the same time. It was cute to watch. Celeste began to move towards the kitchen to see if any of her orders were ready when she watched the hostess move a... green man with antennae? into a seat in one of her tables.
Celeste scanned to see how the crowd reacted to his presence. Surprisingly well, it looked like. The elderly couple looked a little terrified, a couple kids seemed a bit afraid, but most of the adults kept their heads in their food. She waved to the elderly couple as they bolted out the door.
She automatically presumed he must have been a mutant, and as such, felt some connection to him. She had been ostracized by her parents for her mutations - and no one could even see them unless she turned them on. She wondered what his story was. He probably had no choice but to be green all the time. Maybe he had hulk like strength? Celeste shook the thoughts out of her mind. That was pretty rude to be presuming this guys history like that. Maybe no one even really cared about him being green. She didn't, at least not if he was a good person. She chuckled at herself and realized she probably would only talk to him a few times and then probably wouldn't even see him ever again - that's how most people in the diner are. They come, they go. You might see them a few times again, but it's a bit rare.
With that, she went over to take his order.
"Good morning! It is a beautiful morning, isn't it?" Man, what she would give to be hiking or going for a jog right now instead, "What would you like to drink today? We have water, coffee, or any coca-cola products." She smiled, and pulled her small notepad out of her pocket, ready to jot down what he would like. After he informed her of his choice for beverage, she'd ask, "Do you know what you would like or do you need some more time?"
Celeste did her best to be prepared. She had this desire to overachieve in everything, probably because her parents practically ignored her for most of her life. Celeste hoped coming in with all the necessary paperwork not only made their lives easier, but made it easier for Celeste to get adjusted into classes. Celeste wondered if she'd be able to scale back her hours at the diner once she started classes. Better yet, she wondered what her first classes would even be. It was exciting, especially to think the Institute might help her with her powers.
>> ”This is actually pretty impressive, even if we don’t really need it for school. Sounds like you keep yourself pretty busy."
Celeste nodded, a big, cheeky grin lit up across her face. Celeste took a breath of the mansion air. Turns out she didn't really need it, but Celeste isn't one to turn down a compliment! "Thanks! Yeah, I try to keep myself busy. I don't know what to do with myself when I'm not." Her cheeks turned a little red. Celeste would always get into trouble when she wasn't doing something - playing with fire, sharpening the kitchen knives (and nearly cutting her pinky off,) to trying to create an electric device - which almost electrocuted herself.
>> ”Take all the time you need. There’s no set time to move in or requirement to do so, so if you ever change your mind, you can always move in or out. Heaven knows we see people come and go all the time.”
That was a great relief. She really didn't want to leave Norma by herself right now, but at the time, she did need to move on with her life. Norma wouldn't lose her as a friend and Celeste knew she'd probably spend a lot of her extra free time helping her, but Norma was old and lonely. It was just a relief to Celeste to know she had time.
She chuckled quietly at Juliette's comment, "That makes sense, I bet it there is a bunch of people who suddenly up and go and random people showing up at the front door, like me." That had definitely been the most nerve wrecking part for Celeste. Randomly showing up took some courage on her part, courage she almost didn't have. But she made it and that's what was important. She wondered how many other individuals maybe tried to get into the Institute but were too anxious to make the steps. Juliette had, at least so far, made the journey into the mansion amazing, calm, stress free, and easy. It was a relief to meet her when she first showed up.
>> ”That’s too funny. It’s always weird to hear about connections in a city as big as this. And yes, I agree with you there. Sort of an unbelievable name. I will have to come visit the two of you at some point.”
Celeste still could not get over the fact that Juliette and Booker were in a relationship together. It just made Celeste feel so amazed at how the universe worked and all the little coincidences that happen. Celeste had a big grin on her face, "I know, right? I never imagined in this city, especially this city, it'd be that easy to meet someone who knows someone." She laughed quietly, "I guess if you expect something, the world has a way of throwing it back in your face."
After Juliette opened the door, Celeste's eyes widened. Maybe she wasn't ready for this after all. This was the headmaster headmaster? It seemed kinda random for the headmaster to get a tennis table, in his office. Celeste was clearly slightly confused at the sight, with one of her eyebrows perked up. Barely catching the site of the Roomba with a knife on it, Celeste made a small squeak and jumped out of the way. Maybe was a little extreme, but it wasn't every day you saw a Roomba with a knife attached to it.
Once she saw Juliette grab onto the table, Celeste also jumped over to grab a hold the table. She saw a smaller table nearby. Maybe more of a end table, which could at least balance the tennis table until Ruddy could fix the leg. "I'll go over and grab that little table thing. It might help balance it out until he can get it fixed, at least."
