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.
Celeste hopped off the bus stop in front of Mari’s school. Today was her big day and Celeste couldn’t wait to watch her be an amazing Heather Chandler. Luckily, Celeste had mostly recovered from the strange and awful Halloween night. Besides the mental effects, her body had healed relatively nicely. Bruise colors mostly gone. Knife wound healing nicely. All in all, pretty well.
She honestly had no idea what people were supposed to wear to plays like this. Was it formal? Was it casual? Celeste, on the safe side, chose formal. It was a pretty typical Celeste outfit, though. A little below the knees length dress with floral patterns – a cream white with black and some light brown colors. She also, of course, wore a coat – a simple grey coat that covered her upper body. It wasn’t something she was planning on having on long. After all, every building she went in seemed to be 100 degrees now.
Celeste was early but she wanted to see Marisol before the play actually began. After all, she wanted to be here for her best friend the same way Marisol was there for her during the march. She wasn’t too terribly into musicals and plays, but she knew how much it meant to Marisol. Plus, it wasn’t that she didn’t like them – she just never had the opportunity to be involved in them. Now that she was with Marisol and out from her toxic household, she could do whatever she wanted, after all.
The school seemed mostly empty as Celeste creeped in. She probably wasn’t really supposed to even be in here yet, but the door was unlocked. Whether it was supposed to or not, she had no idea. Either way, she slipped into the school easily. She wasn’t exactly sure were Marisol would be but she figured she’d follow where lights were on and noise was coming from.
It didn’t take her too long to find were the auditorium would be. After that, it was just a couple hallways later before Celeste was (mostly) positive she was going in the right direction. It was getting warm, as expected, so Celeste took her jacket off and put it over her arm. She heard, although barely, Marisol’s voice with a joke about a chainsaw? Weird convo to be having in a changing room, but whatever. This was Marisol’s natural area.
She walked up to the entrance of the changing room, the click of her heels most likely betraying her, and she knocked softly, “Hey, Mari! It’s meeee!”
It had been about a week since Celeste had been back in action. She missed a pretty big junk of time due to her knife wound and the whole coma thing due to the crazy holiday action. However, her stitches were removed. It looked kind of gross still. The bruises no longer hurt but the discoloration hadn’t entirely vanished. And according to Doc Prof, she was back to her normal dosage of radiation internally. All was well. The temperature seemed to be fluctuating between fairly warm to freezing, so she had decided to wear a teal colored dress with a white, long sweater.
She had already finished her classes for the day, but had stayed behind to work on some of the schoolwork she had missed. She had to get caught up, after all. The faculty were willing to work with her to get caught up though – after all, it wasn’t just her that was hurt but Mirror and others that were affiliated with the mansion. Ultimately, it just wasn’t her that was hurt so that probably helped. Or maybe that was just her pessimism.
In either case, she had entered into the art room so she could use an easel so she could do some of her portraits – one of an orange in a basket, the other a replica of the Mona Lisa, and some other project she’d have to re-read after the first couple. She flipped the light switch on, and thankfully, no one was in there. That meant she could do her work in a judgement free zone.
With that in mind, she walked over and set one of the easels up and got a few canvasses out of a drawer. She got the paintbrushes, some paint, and some colored pencils. It was time to get to work.
Celeste really wasn’t sure what was about to happen – it could go bad or good and Celeste nearly wanted to just close her eyes and hope everything turned out great. Except, it actually did. The crowd started to disperse. They were walking away from each other. They seemed to have started an uneasy peace.
She took a deep breath. It was okay. It didn’t backfire. She even could see several police officers running up with some blockades. It was going to be okay.
The next thing she knew, Marisol was in front of her, eyes wide and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The sudden kiss made Celeste blush but with everything else going on, Celeste didn’t look into it too much. After all, she did just stop a riot from happening, right? Or was that an exaggeration? In either case, she hugged Marisol tightly.
She laughed nervously as Marisol told her she was incredible and that the speech on the stage would be a cakewalk. She wasn’t so sure and Celeste was still in shock, but she squeezed Marisol’s arms, “I’m just glad you’re okay. But look at you, diving in to stop chaos. I'm not the only incredible one here.” She gave her a wink and squeezed her arms one more time. She took a deep breath, “Alright, let’s go!” She drug Marisol up to the stage with the other organizers, the mayor, and some of the police force.
It was an incredible hour – Celeste gave her speech on peaceful change, rights for all people alike, and the discrimination that is facing not only mutants, but other communities as well. The other speeches followed similar patterns and finally ended with the mayor discussing how while local is great, we would need to change the national political atmosphere, too. All in all – It was a success.
After the march and the speeches, Celeste sat down on the steps at the top of city hall. It had been a wild day and presuming Mari sat beside her, she would give her a grin, “Well… I think it was a success. A little ups and downs. But a success.” She pulled her smart phone out and showed it to her, “Plus, we’re on CNN. Including you.” She pointed to Marisol at the back of the picture that CNN clipped in a helicopter. “We’re officially famous,” she teased.
She smiled as she watched the boys eyes light up at the Lego box. She nodded, “Of course, Brooks.” It wasn’t going to cost her an arm or a date with a creepy cashier, so she was fine with that. She let him carry it as they headed over to the cashier, where she purchased it for him.
As they walked out of the store, she yawned, “Well… Let’s go back to my school, okay? I’m sure they can help us find out where your parents or guardians are.” She smiled and gave the boy a squeeze on his shoulder.
With that, she’d lead them to a bus stop, where they waited for a little bit before they were getting onto the station, “Be careful touching stuff, okay? It might sting. Lots of people come in and off the bus…” She wasn’t sure why or what stung her, but she wanted to be on the safe side either way.
Her and Devon were going to need some serious therapy after this… Incident. Celeste couldn’t get the images out of her mind still. Maybe the effects hadn’t fully left yet? It had to have been that girl, like Devon said. Some type of dangerous mental ability. How did she have that much power, though?
Celeste shivered as they began to head towards the hospital. The ambulance was pretty cold, at least to her. Granted, it could have been due to extreme blood loss but she didn't really want to think about it in a rational way. Well, probably a hospital. Maybe a psychiatric ward, honestly? She had no idea. She didn’t even really care at the moment. She just followed the paramedics instructions and stared at his nice beard, occasionally glancing over to check on Devon.
She shook her head, “Um, no. I don’t know the one on the ceiling. Gawain, I know him from school.” She winced, “He’s an X-Men, he helped me get into bakery stuff at the Mansion. Jumps into mirrors. Gender shifts between man and woman. D-Don’t know p-personal stuff.” She nodded a confirmation at the second portion of Devon’s explanation, too tired to give her full explanation of events.
Celeste shook her head at AJ’s questions, “N-not that I know of. Seizures only happen when…” She took a deep breath, “When my m-mutation is drained.” Her eyes widened at AJ’s mention of the other locations. There was more? “H-How? O-other locations?” Oh God… It happened to multiple people?
Celeste was busy chatting with one of the other organizers about how to deal with the counter protestors. It was heating up quickly and it made Celeste a bit nervous. If a riot broke out, this could set off several anti-mutant laws even in the accepting city of New York. There was too many mutants, too many humans. It seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Although, the unthinkable happened as Celeste was chatting with Genette about the situation as she saw Marisol dive into the mutants as one of them began to light his arm up like a match. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Celeste yelled at Genette to call the police, but no META bots. She dove quickly after Marisol – Celeste couldn’t live with herself if something happened to Marisol. Not to mention, what would she tell her uncle? Her mother? Oh God!
Poor Marisol was frozen as most of the individuals were. At least it got very quiet, very quickly. Celeste didn’t realize they had already attached a small microphone to her dress for her upcoming speech. It was also already on, so everyone could hear her.
The mutant’s confusion was turning into anger as they stared at her and the humans seemed like they really didn’t know what to do. How could she turn their powers off like that? Celeste knew she had to stall long enough for the police to come to put a barrier up. That hopefully wouldn’t take too long. Celeste quickly threw Mari behind her. She was safer being towards the humans and Celeste being in front of her.
“Okay everyone, let’s just calm down for a minute. I’m Celestina, one of the organizers. This is my friend, Marisol. She’s an amazing, supportive person of mutant rights. She has a gift, like all of us. It’s important for us to recognize that not only do mutants have special gifts, so do people like Mari, so do humans like these people. Yes, we don’t agree with them – but we are all people. We all deserve rights, including these humans right to protest. There is no reason for violence. We can be the bigger people. Show the world that what we have to say is the better, no, the best way. History will be on our side so long as we stay better, stay above them. Show them that we mean peace.”
The crowd collectively breathed a little bit. The humans stayed quiet and the mutants in Marisol’s range grumbled some but decided to start moving away from the counter protestors. Celeste took a deep breath but then some clapping began in the crowd. Apparently, all that was caught on hot mic. Yikes.
Celeste wasn't sure what was wrong with the kid that stood in front of her or why he was so upset. He looked lost, defeated, and afraid. Could he not be from around New York? That was a possibility - it is a huge cultural shock. All the people, the cars, the lights... It was the city that never sleeps, after all.
It took him a moment to register that she was speaking to him. Her face increasingly showed genuine worry. Something was really wrong and Celeste had no idea what. Did he have any parents or guardians around? He was only a few inches shorter than Celeste, so she began to move a little bit closer to him as the tears began to fall down. He was lost.
Celeste frowned, "Oh. Are your parents or guardians around...? Is your home around here?" She said supportively, with worry increasing. It was scary to be alone in a brand new place - she had been in his shoes not too long ago. Not lost, but a new place. She was basically right in front of him at this point. He probably wasn't a threat or anything, but she did need to help him. Something was wrong and she was apparently the only one going to help him.
He was definitely a mutant. Could there have been something going on due to his mutation? Cast away? Parents kicked him out? She didn't want to make assumptions but she did need more information. She didn't want to bring the police involved unless absolutely necessary, especially considering their desire to use META bots in situations with mutants. She nearly put her hand on his shoulder to give him an encouraging squeeze but knew that might not be a safe thing to do. "It's going to be okay," she said encouragingly, "I can help you. I just need you to tell me where your home is or what is going on."
Celeste wasn't sure what to do. She had managed to hit the guy with the taser and he seemed to double over. God, what if she tased him too long? She didn't notice the small knife wound in her upper shoulder until after the fact - and the pain shooting through her shoulder was terrible.
They were screwed - why even fight at this point? They were both going to go down. Celeste took a deep breath and finally was able to get both of her arms charged. It wouldn't be as strong as just one but it would still do the trick. Granted, she wasn't even sure who to shoot at next.
She heard a piercing scream, a curse from one of the fighters, and Celeste attention was fully over towards the strange woman. What was going on over there? She wanted to see what she could do to help the woman but she had several men converging on her at this point. She released one flare into one of the guys closest. He crippled over in his own vomit.
It seemed like most people were beginning to pay more attention to the woman who let out a yell. It was... Different. And what was going on with her face? Celeste wasn't freaked out - she knew the woman could transform into a dinosaur. Could she transform into pieces of one? Celeste couldn't really tell.
Celeste waited for him to answer her question before she nodded and relaxed a little bit more, “We did beat ‘em up, eh.” She was content with their performance. They did do a good job taking them down, despite the few bruises and cuts they received.
She giggled and gave him a smile. A few loose screws weren’t too bad, thankfully. Better than what she thought she might have done to him. They had made it safely to the diner where the nice waitress lady was already back and handing them their requested items.
She whispered a thank you to the waitress as well.
The waitress gave them both a sweet smile, although she clearly was more concerned for Celeste than the green mutant sitting across from her. “I’ll come back in a few minutes to take your guys orders if y’all want anything.” She went off then.
She perked a brow and moved over next to Elliott on his side of the bench so she could get a better look at the colors, “Hmm, definitely red. Red looks better on me, anyway.” She chuckled. Granted, in the location it was at, it wouldn’t even be seen by anyone anyways. She took a couple napkins and wrapped the ice pack in it so it wouldn’t be too chilly on his head.
Celeste was having a very off day. She had woken up late (despite her usual hatred of sleep, it was amazing, despite the dreams of Halloween night.) Her stab wound was healing fairly nicely and the bruises all over her back no longer hurt but were still discolored. It made her a little self-conscious, but luckily she wasn’t going swimming anytime soon (especially in this cool, cold weather.)
Celeste wore her diner outfit as she walked as fast as she could towards her diner. She had to hit the metro then a short bus ride to it. She nearly wanted to just take a Lyft but she knew she needed to save money. She had no idea about those hospital bills… Yikes.
She sighed as she took her iPhone out and texted her manager, Barb, that she was going to be really late. Like, really, really late. Her manager had been going pretty easy on her, so she was sure it would be fine. Barb had found out about the Halloween night incident and, well, she’d been a mother hen ever since. There was so much going on and Celeste’s mind seemed to not be able to keep up. It was infuriating to her.
Celeste put her phone back into her purse to exchange it for a water bottle out but once she pulled it out, about to take a sip, her eyes caught a young looking mutant with blue colored skin and some type of tail. He was not moving and Celeste’s intuition immediately kicked in – something was wrong. She didn't know what. She did know that even though New York was a bastion of tolerance, there was still really dangerous people in the city who were not friendly with mutants. Could he be in danger? Several people were walking away from him but Celeste ended up walking up towards him with a small, gentle smile on her lips.
She put away her water and once she was closer, she knew her instincts were right – was he about to cry? His eyes were really watery. Oh no. What if he was thrown out of his home? She bit her lip as she approached the young boy, “Hey there, I’m Celestina. Celeste for short. Are you okay? You seem kinda lost…?” She asked quietly, in a soft yet firm voice. He needed to know she wanted to help but that also meant showing some authority. Or something?
She stayed a little bit away from him, just in case he was dangerous though. Celeste was not going to get herself put back into the hospital bed with more stab wounds or ugly colored bruises. No way, Jose.
She closed her eyes for a little bit, mainly to try to just clear her mind. It was a mess – the visions, the nightmares that had crawled out of her subconscious, the disaster that had unfolded. Tonight was supposed to be a fun, exciting night. Instead, she was going to be heading off to a hospital. And she didn’t even have insurance, so that would be a great thing to worry about. Stupid Americans.
>> “I’ll see you downstairs, Celeste!”
She muttered a goodbye, although probably not audible enough for him to hear. She’d apparently see him soon, so she wasn’t worried about it. He seemed kind of weird, but alive and not about to die, unlike her probably.
She felt the paramedic grab her hand and push them onto her stab wound. That was going to be an exciting thing to have for the rest of her life. She let out a meek sigh. She’d always remember this night and have a nasty reminder about it. Stab wound or not, she wouldn’t be forgetting either way, though.
She perked a brow towards the paramedic, “I-I think th-this is a little worse than crummy. E-ever been stabbed in Halloween?” She muttered. It was a kinda playful tone but she was put off. She rolled her eyes, albeit playfully, “Yeah, yeah, sure. It’s y-your job. Unless you’re a hallucination too.” Which would be really sad, actually. She was enjoying his company.
He got more serious so she squinted and tried to focus on him as he told her. Be honest. He’s not a cop (why would she care if he was anyways?) Needles and machines. Not the biggest fan of that, but it wasn't like she had a choice. Don't lie, no problem. She was an honest person, anyways. She didn’t do bad things or jail worthy things… Except for that money that she stole from her parents, but that didn’t count. She tried to shrug, “I-I already told you I like y-your beard.” It was a joke, a bad one. But she did like his beard and face in general.
She nodded, “Z-zofran prescription, nausea. No alcohol or illegal stuff. I-I'm a goody-two-shoes.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The ambulance was very white and very bright. Or was it just her? Oh well. It felt nice having her eyes closed now. There was a lot of sounds, a lot of noise, with the four of them piling into the car, but she was so tired anyway. She nodded as she held onto the gloves that AJ slipped into her hands.
Another seizure rocked through her body. It was, luckily, a quick one, but her body seized up quickly and contorted for half a minute or so before it passed. Celeste groaned afterward. She was too tired to deal with this crap, "Is this real, though? Or is this... Still the hallucinations...?" She muttered more to herself than anyone else. Maybe it got so bad that they had completely lost their minds and the mind was trying to deflect? Ughhh.
Celeste grumbled as she watched the scene continue to unfold. She had stabbed the guy in the shoulder. That was good, but he probably would be back up and ready to go again soon. That wasn’t so good. Celeste wasn’t sure what to do but she immediately turned her taser on and was ready to jab anyone who got near her.
Slice! A knife blade went against her left shoulder blade as she let out a small scream and spun around to try to tase the guy. She missed, but the stinging in her shoulder meant he got a good slice of her. At least he didn’t stab her. She stepped back and immediately began recharging a flare in her hand, glancing over to Amber.
She had no tolerance? Great… And she definitely didn’t have a plan. Celeste didn’t have a plan either but the woman seemed like she knew what she was doing a lot more than what she knew. She bit her lip as she started in a defense dance with the guy in front of her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to get him without him stabbing her.
Her arm had fully charged, but she glanced over at the woman. Did the guy get her? "F**k." She closed her eyes, screamed and ran towards the guy in front of her with the taser as far out as possible. Maybe she’d manage to get him… Maybe.
She sat on the bed comfortably. It was a lot easier to just sit or lay down than stand or move right now. Everything still hurt. Maya, while weaker, didn’t look like she was in too much pain. That was a good thing.
>> “She’s dead.”
She nodded slowly, “She died? Did the police shoot her?” She wasn’t exactly sure when the police showed up but there had to be a reason why she’s dead. She nodded, “Yeah, I kinda remember that. The blonde girl apparently could do something like that? I’m not entirely sure.”
>> "Well, I guess... I'd love to say this was the weirdest Halloween I've ever seen, but on the X-team, that's a difficult claim."
She shrugged a little, “Oh God, really? Worse things have happened?"
The man seemed educated. He didn’t really seem like the kinda guy who would come into a retro diner, though. Maybe he was looking for something different? Granted, they did have some fancy people show up every now and then. Sometimes they were nice, sometimes they weren’t.
She nodded and wrote down sweet tea on her list, “My favorite? Hm, I love the grilled swiss and mushroom burger. I usually substitute the fries for the onion rings, honestly. And the Oreo milkshake is pretty good if you’re interested in a desert at all.” The onion rings were a lot better than their fries. Plus, they didn’t charge if you switched.
She waited for a moment for him to decide, “I can go get your drink and come back if you need more time.”
She gave the waitress a smile as she calmed down. There were probably all sorts of factors that made her question the situation and trust her more than Elliott. Celeste didn’t want to think that it was simply because Celeste looked like a “normal person” and because Elliott was, well, green.
In either case, there was no point in worrying about it. The waitress was already going off to get us some band-aids and hopefully an ice pack. She followed behind Elliott and sat down across from him. She stared back towards Elliott and also sighed, trying to process the fight they had been in, “Yeah… I hope so. I feel pretty tired now, honestly. Do you think... They'll try to hunt us down or something? Or do you think they're pretty... Well, done for?” What an afternoon.
“I’m sorry about your helmet, by the way... I… I kinda just did everything instinctively. How's your head?”
