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.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 18, 2020 18:39:34 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Aug 11, 2024 9:27:08 GMT -6
Horhay
Celeste was quite honestly unsure of what to do right now. She had grown to love dancing, the freedom of movement, to feeling that she was unrestrained, but it was different when you were alone versus when you were caught by someone you weren’t expecting. The slime mutant slithered into the room and suddenly Celeste was finding herself feeling more and more self-conscious. She shouldn’t have done this. It was a secret that she should have kept to herself.
But it was too late for that now. Holding her hands behind her back and looked down shyly, she had hoped the slimy creature would have lost interest and moved on, but it seemed that was wishful thinking. She gulped as the other came closer, inspecting her in a way that was rather too close for comfort. It was only for an instant but she felt like she was under inspection by royal matchmakers again and she felt her heart quicken.
The other asked for her name, something to which Celeste meekly nodded her head but said nothing. Talking was still difficult for her. She knew that the word “speech therapy” had been thrown about but she was still not fully trusting of the good charity this place provided. At least they said she could begin whenever she was ready, but that wasn’t just yet.
The slime took on a more palatable, feminine form, but the snark that was coming off of her was enough to keep Celeste from meeting her gaze. Such language was usually reserved for the royals in court, those lewd comments and sly remarks that gave them all the appearance of foxes on a hunt. It was doubt that this gorgon was a royal, but she knew better than to argue. Keeping your head down, that was what kept you safe in the palace.
The conversation turned as the gorgon inspected her clothing and immediately puffed up like a threatened blowfish. She demanded to know where the dress came from and if she had taken it off an Atlantean kid that her physical safety would be jeopardized.
Immediately Celeste shook her head and backed away, trying to show that that wasn’t the case. She opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was a struggling, wheezing croak. Thinking better of herself, she held up a figure, pulled her phone from behind her back and went to the “app” that the kind Mr. Cervantes had pointed out. After tapping it and dialing in a few words, she raised the volume and held it up to the gorgon.
The phone spoke in a feminine, but robotic voice, that plainly said: ”My dress. From Atlantis. CELESTE.”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 18, 2020 0:35:36 GMT -6
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Horhay
Celeste didn’t like to talk. It was difficult. It was exercising a muscle that she wasn’t allowed to use for the first ten or so years of her life. She just got used to not using them, to communicating via other means and not bothering to worry about raising her voice because what would be the point of it. Atlantis drilled into her early on and silence was golden. And now she was was allowed to have that voice, she was too scared to so much as utter a syllable. Conditioning was a bitch.
But there was no point worrying about that right now. She did her best, speaking to the boy in a quick, hoarse tone, simply identifying herself as a friend and that she was offering help. While he seemed to initially be mortified by the idea, he clearly seemed desperate enough to need it now. So...he relented.
He was a little taller than her but judging by the way he was slouching and trying to hold himself up, it certainly didn’t look like it. Still, the weight he pressed against leave her much hope that she’d be able to support him for long by herself. But she wanted to help and she was often too stubborn for her own good.
So..she persisted. They made it to the front doors and back into the mansion. Just then they were greeted by another gorgon...mutant, some lizard man who rushed up and offered Jude a healthy bit of snark. After a quick exchange, he two began to help and their pair of them aided / dragged Jude down the halls and to the familiar doctor’s office.
Celeste had to admit that he was one of the few that she truly was learning to trust. She had been terrified when she first met him, sitting in his office, forced to go through an examination that all transfers from Atlantis had to go through. But he was sweet truly seemed like he was there to help. There was something about his presence that was just so calming.
He would be able to help. In the meantime, they just had to get there. After offering the lizard man a slight nod and smile, she patted Jude on the back. She would make sure to stick around until he got to that office. She swore it.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 14, 2020 23:10:46 GMT -6
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Horhay
Dancing (well, dancing like this) was a new discovery of hers and something that she was eager to let her body just...do. Her entire time in the palace had been that of a statue or a willing toy. She had to stand there as she was observed, often whispered dark things to, or leered at like some object. She knew the people who wanted her as a decoration in their homes, and those that wanted more nefarious things. But most of all, she knew the importance of standing absolutely still.
When she came to this place, early on in her wanderings through the halls, she witnessed a few kids who had set up music like this and danced their little hearts out. It seemed so carefree and innocent, something that she wanted to experience. And so she did.
She started her journey into dancing in small ways. In the privacy of her room, following the tiny people on the magic box of her television, she moved and copied as best she could. Soon she began to get more energetic, losing her breath, spinning as her planetoids circled endlessly around her head. There were times where she could swear the planets were also bopping to the music.
It was to the point that she was growing more steadily comfortable but she wanted a bigger place to dance. Her room was nice but it was small and she didn’t have an additional magic box to make the sound louder. That was why she was here tonight and that was why she was dancing to her heart’s content.
She smiled wide, grinning as she danced and moved to the beat of the music, twisting her hips, mixing up the variety of dances she had been trying to teach herself into some twisted amalgamation that she seemed to rather enjoy. It was probably the freest and most innocent that she had felt in many, many years.
And then that peace was shattered by the sudden shout of another. Gasping she immediately stopped, spun around, and found someone (or thing) was in the room with her. The throbbing she felt in her throat could only mean that her heart was trying to crawl out to throw itself out a nearby window and save herself further embarrassment. The song still filling the air, she quickly reached over, snatching it from the dock. The music immediately stopped and she held the phone behind her back.
Gulping she looked at the slime creature and then back down to the ground, the stars and galaxies that swirled in her body turning a deep shade of pink in embarrassment. She kept her mouth shut though, refusing to look at the other person. Next time she was just going to stay in her room.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 13, 2020 20:17:05 GMT -6
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Aug 11, 2024 9:27:08 GMT -6
Horhay
It took effort but Celeste was actually beginning to get used to being in the mansion. It’s opulence still reminded her of the palace that was both her home and cage for so long. But there was something that was different about the high walls and the rich decor. It was the people. They didn’t ignore her. They didn’t shove her aside. And they certainly didn’t cast her any leering, gross looks. And as time went on, the more and more comfortable she was getting.
That was a dangerous state to be in. Not only was she beginning to get comfortable, she was actually starting to like it here. But life had a cruel streak when it came to her. What if this was all taken away? What if something happened? These were the thoughts that kept her up at night.
But not always. In those moments where Celeste found joy, she had one thing she could thank for that -- her “pho-nee”. When first presented with it, the staff said it was something that would help her speak. Sure enough, tap a few keys and another button and an automated voice from the slate would repeat it. Amazing. But there were other uses that Celeste was quickly finding use for with this object.
One of her favorite things to do was listen to music. She had heard music in the palace all the time but nothing like what she was listening to now. All the genres, the variations, the singers, there were just so many choices and it made her feel so absolutely pleased to listen to it.
There was something about the music these humans had. The way it could make her feel: ecstatic, happy, a balm on her sadness, it had a wonderfully cathartic effect. The other effect, well, was far more physical.
It was still early evening but Celeste hadn’t found many of the other students around. Exams, a field trip, still away for the holiday, she wasn’t sure. But she found herself in one of the one of the communal rooms by herself.
This evening she was dressed in her greek chiton of a very light purple. She had yet to really transfer to surface world clothing...save for one article. Around her waist was a belt of black with a pouch that sat against her stomach. ‘Fanny Pack’ wasn’t a dignified name, she felt, but she had no other name for it. Instead she just marveled at its many, many uses: such as protecting and holding her phone!
After she unzipped the pouch and pulled her phone from the confines, she moved over to a nearby stereo and plugged it in. The first time she saw one the kids do it here, she was astonished and knew that when the perfect opportunity arose, she had to try it for herself. That time came. So, plugging it in, tapping the music app, she scrolled to the song she wanted and smiled one of her rare smiles.
With the repeated announcement that ”This song is gonna get stuck inside your head”, she nodded in agreement as music filled the room. Standing in the middle of the room, eyes closed, she let the music fill her head. Immediately she began to glow, the swirl of galaxies and stars in her body pulsating and glowing with the beat. But there was more to it than just that. First her shoulder, then her hip, and as she felt herself be carried away, she just let you go.
Celeste danced. Not like the chaste dancing she saw in Atlantis, but something that was far brighter and energetic! She danced freely and openly and she enjoyed every last second of it.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 13, 2020 20:14:17 GMT -6
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Horhay
In all fairness, Celeste has seen some rather odd things since coming to this school, but this young man certainly continued to prove to be more and more interesting. It had been a trail to get up to the steps of the mansion and now he was taking a moment to catch his breath. It figured to be the perfect time to try and figure out what happened to him and if the mansion had the diabolical intentions she feared they had all along.
After pointing at the question mark and then again at his legs, she waited for his response. As it turned out, it had something to do with his mutation. She listened in rapt attention as he explained that he could copy other powers, take them into himself, sometimes unconsciously if he weren’t careful. Curiously she prodded at the odd mesh-like holes in his leg with her stick before she realized how rude that probably seemed and recoiled.
Now he was trying to make his way to the mansion’s doctor in hopes that he can ensure everything is well. She blinked, looking at him closely, her starlight eyes zeroing in on him as if trying to decide whether she could really trust him or not. It was when he started to pull himself into a nearby pot that she finally set her stick aside and walked closer.
Okay. He wasn’t evil. And maybe the school really could help him. Having suffered and abused for years, she wasn’t going to stand by while another was going through a bad time without offering her assistance. So, she marched closer and offered her hand, a gesture that she wanted to help him to get into the mansion. It was the least she could do.
And, in an attempt to try and not startle him, she licked her lips, sucked in a breath, and tried to speak. In Atlantis, they taught her that speaking was a sin, that being silent was the only way to be treated well. After years of not talking, her vocal cords were weak, practically non-existent. But she wasn’t in Atlantis anymore so, she had to try, however painful it was.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Nov 30, 2019 0:52:14 GMT -6
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Single
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Aug 11, 2024 9:27:08 GMT -6
Horhay
He certainly did talk a lot. Celeste was beginning to notice that about the people here. They liked to talk. Most of them wanted to be helpful (or at least pretended to be) and others were just loud. Plus, there were just so many people here. Even when she lived in the palace, she didn’t have to contend with so many numbers. The palace was usually empty except for King Atlan and his guards and cohorts. Other kids like her were kept in silence and very still, so it was easy to hear a pin drop.
But this place? Hah, this place seemed to do away with all the conventions that she was used to and throw her into a world that she could hardly understand. But she was here and she was trying to make the best of it. If they wanted to help her, then they could accept that she was going to take some getting used to.
He repeated her name and she nodded her head. Yes, that was correct. She idly began to swing her stick to the side, keeping from accidentally hitting her new comrade and instead focus on getting him inside. He said that he needed help and was looking for the only truly kind person she had come across so far. She would take him as far as she dared.
He thanked her for keeping him company and Celeste stopped and stared at him. Her icy, dark eyes were void-like yet penetrating, looking as deeply into him ass he could. Several tense moments passed, she remained unmoving, and then there was a bob of her icy hair as she nodded.
Following him again, she watched him as he got to the front of the mansion and finally came to a halt. He needed a rest. Celeste, his ever present shadow, eyed him from behind until he finally lifted his head and inquired after her. She stared back. Watching him for several moments she boldly stepped up, jutted out her stick and pointed at his odd legs. She then jabbed her stick back into a nearby patch of dirt and sketched out a symbol.
”?” She wanted to know what was wrong with him. Or at least what had happened to his legs.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Nov 12, 2019 0:04:52 GMT -6
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Horhay
Celeste continued to watch the young man after she had pointed out where the doctor was. She would have offered to help him there, but he seemed so jittery around her. Just by gesturing he flinched away, as if he was anticipating a beating from a cruel taskmaster. Oh yes, this poor creature must have certainly suffered quite a lot. The fact that he was so scared could only mean the absolute worst. But as he sat on the grass, it seemed that he was still speaking in an enamored way of the school.
She remained rooted in place, listening as he spoke of his journey. He had crossed the ocean to come here (another Atlantean?) and had stayed to study until he left on his own accord. It wasn’t long after that he discovered the difficulties he would face and returned.
Intriguing story. But it wasn’t his words that made it interesting. Rather, all the while as he related his tale, he seemed to be acting fairly peculiar. Her head tilted in curiosity as he seemingly twisted parts of his body and pushed himself up onto his head and hands. He tumbleed like a fool and it was only as she thought this, that an idea came to mind. Was Jude’s true identity? Was merely more than a fool, a clown, for the strange man who ran this odd surface palace?
She remembered seeing similar fools in the palace where she lived. They were there to entertain the guards and nobles with their foolish antics, always at their own degradation. It was for that particular reason that most fools were gorgons, poor souls who had no place to call their own. No future so they were forced to either contend with embarrassment in the city or death in the Necropolis.
Shame. He wasn’t malformed. As a matter of fact, he probably would have been pleasing to look at if it were for his humorous situation. But, in her experience, fools only warranted pity, nothing more.
Still, it was hard watching him move towards the mansion doors. So, with stick still in hand, she began to follow by his side. Not close enough to touch him, just enough to show he could still speak with her.
And that was when he asked her name. She had his. On the surface it was apparently polite to inquire of one another what you liked to be called. After thinking for a moment, the young demigod marched forward a few steps, finding a dirt patch that was along the way. There she scratched out a few lines of the “English” that Atlan had forced those in his palace to learn. When Jude got close enough, he would see a name drawn in the dirt.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Nov 10, 2019 19:55:26 GMT -6
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Horhay
Celeste didn’t know what happened to this person. He was lying face down, looking as if he had spent the last of his energy trying to escape from some impossible foe. Was he a victim of the school? It seemed like it. Why else would any just lie there, unmoving, allowing themselves to be poked with a stick? Surely no regular, able-minded living being would allow that. Maybe they did something to him to make him compliant? Truly a tragedy. A tragedy that could only be solved in one way…
...more poking.
She wasn’t subtle. The stick jabbed at several points of the fall boy, trying to draw some kind of reaction from him. This was her life to save, or at least she would get him conscious enough to try and learn something of what happened to him.
He swatted at the stick, mumbling about wanting more sleep. However her persistence paid off when he finally sat up and took sight of her. That, seemingly, was all that was needed for him to instantly scramble back and away from her. The quick action startled Celeste to the point where she backed up several steps, holding the stick in front of her, threateningly, in case he came closer.
He was interesting to look at. Demigod, somewhat, except something seemed to be wrong with his legs Were they gone? Was that what the school did to him? To keep him from running? Such atrocities weren’t unheard of in Atlantis. Maybe this place really was as bad as she believed it was.
Still, he didn’t seem all that panicked. As a matter of fact, he looked to be more like he was lounging, simply sitting on the grass and introducing himself, welcoming him to this Mansion. Her eyebrow arched at his words. Again, that wasn’t the voice of someone who was desperate for escape. Foiled again, it seemed.
Jude. She’d not heard a name like that before. But Celeste did little else than stare at the young man, deep, void-like eyes watching him closely for any sudden movements, only obscured occasionally by the orbiting planetoids that constantly kept her company. However, when he asked for the infirmary, her expression changed somewhat. A flash of concern crossed her features before switching back to suspicion.
When she first arrived she was shown to the doctor in this school. A kindly old man whom she often wondered if he also was a prisoner. So she gestured, pointing inside the Mansion with her stick. He was in there, after all.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Nov 9, 2019 17:56:56 GMT -6
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Horhay
Caelistis (or Celeste as the surface demigods had started to call her) was still not fully at ease with being here. When she had decided to leave the familiarity of Atlantis, she did so out of necessity, not true planning. Atlantis served as a reminder of all that she suffered within its wall. It was a place that she had to escape. But to where? Atlantis was all she ever knew and even though it had breached the surface again, where in this wide world would she be accepted? Where could she find peace? Sure she could attempt to go at it alone but “alone” had never really been what she was prepared for. Quite the opposite.
Her role in the coral palace had been that of a trophy, a prize to tempt noblemen and women and nothing more. She was taught the fine things, such as music, dance, and art, but she was also taught to be humble, to be attentive, to be subservient. Most of all, it was drilled into her that she was to be quiet in the presence of others. That was the first rule she and other palace demigods had been taught: quiet means less suffering.
That was why she didn’t want to stay on Atlantis anymore. Even if she decided to live in the crumble stone edifices of the city that remained, who would take her in. That was the problem with living a life of opulence, you lack those abilities to care for yourself. Though she was beautiful, those that would open their homes to her would either be envious of her upbringing or would have their own, dark intentions in mind. What was she to do?
The answer came with the arrival of the X-Men’s first refugee trip. They were opening their surface world doors to those that wanted to learn with him. For the longest time Celeste wanted to make that move but feared that this was another ploy by rich demigods to enslaved Atlanteans. However, rumors from those that returned stated that they were genuinely trying to help. Some couldn’t acclimate to surface life so decided to return. Others, however, seemingly wanted to stay.
They had a choice — something she never had until now.
It has been two weeks since Celeste agreed for the transfer. She has her own room in the school. They had attempted to bunk her with another demigod but Celeste immediately grew withdrawn and paranoid. In order to help ease her transition, they switched her to her own room and gave her the freedom she sought to explore. There were still places she couldn’t go, doors she couldn’t open, people who wouldn’t talk to her just because she accidentally walked in on them in the throes of passion, but so far the place did appear genuine.
Even with that though, Celeste would keep a wary eye. She had known very few “genuine” people who actually remained that way. Would this school be the same?
Whether because of wanderlust or to see out wrong doing, the young Atlantean now found herself outside the school. Wandering the lawns of the campus, she kept her eyes peeled for hidden doors or slave quarters. Strangely she was coming up empty. Then her eyes rested on the exterior walls themselves. Maybe they slid away to reveal evil machinations going on inside? Quite possible.
This was her third time around the perimeter of the building. This young girl dressed in a white chiton, with a body of swirling magenta, purple, and midnight blue galaxies, ran her hands along the every credice of the wall. Her long, neon pink hair, filled with stars and streaking comets, was pulled back into a determined ponytail as she began to kick the sides of the wall with her sandaled feet. There was a hidden entrance. Surely there was. It was only when she was making her fifth kick that she spotted something odd. When she turned to ensure she wasn’t being followed by assassins, she spotted not something, but someone lying face down on the grass.
Her brow arched. An escaped slave? Maybe she was right! Back to the wall, Celeste very carefully made her way over to the fallen body. With a stick found in her investigation, she proceeded to lean down and jab at body. Not too hard, but hard enough to cause a reaction should the body still be alive.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Atlantis, Triton
Nationality: Atlantean
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Greek / Atlantean
Appearance
Hair color and style: Celeste has long hair that shares the same appearance as her body, with passing stars and celestial objects. However, the overall glow of her hair takes on a more purple-ish-to-magenta hue. Normally she keeps her hair long but has been known to wear it up, even to trim it from time to time.
Skin Tone: Alters between various shades of purple, dark blue, magenta, and other in an infinite array of colors and movement, speckled with distant, twinkling dots of light.
Eye Color: Black with icy blue and purple irises.
Height: 5’8
Build: Supple with curves but obviously well cared for.
Visible mutation: The whole of her body appears like a distant void of space with galaxies, space dust, clouds and stars.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Other features: There is a constantly cluster of what looks like planets circling around her orbit. However she does have some control over them and is able to move the cluster to circle anyway from her midsection, to her wrist, even the crown of her head. These “planets” all do seem to be...alive? Sometimes there seems to be shadows or lights on the surface but just as quickly as they are seen, they disappear from view. If there are any kind of intelligent life on these orbs, Celeste doesn’t know, but it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility.
Additionally, Celeste doesn’t talk. She won’t say why as she seems physically capable of it. Rather she expresses herself through facial cues, gestures, music, or with the latest in human technology — texting!
Everyday clothing style: Celeste is used to wearing a Greek chiton, usually white and gilded along the edges, but she is slowly being introduced into more modern styles of clothing. Currently she is favoring jean shorts and a loose, peasant tops. She really doesn’t need clothing but she wears them for the sake of modesty — and to prevent bad memories.
Uniform: The “royal house” wear usually consisted of her Greek chiton in a variety of colors, all with gold or silver fringe work.
Sleepwear: Nothing. She prefers to not have clothing on when she sleeps.
Miscellaneous clothing: She has a seashell bracelet that was given to her by a suitor. She doesn’t know why she keeps it. It’s a reminder of a life that she hated but she also refuses to throw it away.
Character
Personality: Celeste is very quiet. When her abilities developed at an early age, she was immediately taken to the palace where she was promised a life of leisure and peace. However it proved to be a lie and fear and degradation were all that she was exposed to. Because of this, she has a hard time trusting people, especially those that are “nice” or “flattering”. They tend to earn a wary look from her.
It is tragic but Celeste has turned inward. Honestly she feels that if she can trust anyone, it’s herself. Other people will have quite a hard time getting to know her. This will often give the image of a stuck-up royal, seeing herself as too good to lower herself to interact with others. however, underneath that, she really is just a scared girl who was treated just as poorly as anyone else.
She is very observant but does little to express herself. Instead she watches people, learns their patterns and, if they interest her, will see her doing things to that she knows they like. Otherwise, she will use this knowledge to evade and stay away from them as much as possible.
Hobbies/ Interests: Celeste is skilled at calligraphy and is playing the lyre. These were things that she had learn when living in the palace and they are some of the few that bring her actual joy.
Job or part time job and description: Learning to be a student
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She doesn’t like being touched. It makes her uncomfortable for reasons she will not state. Additionally she doesn’t like it when people are too nice to her. She always looks to see if there is an ulterior motive. If not, she will still begrudgingly accept help or niceties, but doing so will ensure they stay on her radar just in case it’s an elaborate lie.
Special talents: Skilled musician, especially for the lyra and the Pan flute. However she is also beginning to show interest in drums.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: True neutral. Celeste doesn’t know alot about this world so she is taking her time getting used to the way of things. Because of that she doesn’t make any moral decisions one way or the other, but simply observes to see which best course of action will result in her benefit.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Heavenly Body- For lack of a better term, Celeste is a living heavenly body. Though she is solid and has a sense of touch, the young girl appears to be a walking embodiment of the deep reaches of space. Stars, interstellar clouds, nebulas, all lazily float through the space of her body, making her seem like a deep, endless void that could easily suck in the observer. In addition to that, several satellites (or planetoids) seem to be constantly rotating about her person in orbit, giving her the true appearance of some divine entity. However, her gifts have both benefits and curses.
Strengths:
[/b] To look upon Celeste is to gaze upon the heavens. She is an inspiration, a true beauty, and something the likes of which can easily turn heads. This often has earned her a number of admirers: soldiers, poets, lotharios, all the likes of which have vowed to do anything she asks of them to garner her favor.
Heavenly Light- When in danger, or at her leisure, Celeste can concentrate hard enough to cause her body to emit a powerful, bright glow of light, like a supernova, from the void of her body. This can be used to blind opponents or light up a dark room. If she is truly focused, she can localize this light into an extremity, making the light focused and superheated, enough to melt metal.
Darkest Cold- On the flip side, Celeste can focus to dim all the stars that are flowing within her body to make her appear like the blackest, darkest void. This makes her extremely chilly to touch. Much like her supernova, Celeste can focus this cold into a single point on her body. Whatever it touches will instantly be frozen through several layers. Extremely damaging to organics and can weaken the structure of inorganic materials.
Planetoids- The series of planetoids that follow her orbit are interesting to behold. These range in size from pebbles, to golfballs, to the largest, baseball sized. Most appear like dead, spherical stones. However there are some that seem to take one lush greens and deep blues. They are too small to see if they carry viable life, but that wouldn’t be the strangest thing. Additionally, Celeste does have the ability to control the orbit of these satellites, whether to move them someplace more convenience when she is sitting or lying down to sleep. She can also pluck one from her orbit and hurl it like a comet at any would be attackers. Though she doesn't care to do it, Celeste can superheat or superchill a planetoid she is holding and hurl it at an opponent. Once discard from her orbit, they will either remain outside until she picks it up and places it back in orbit, or they will shatter depending on where it was thrown to. However, even after being destroyed, within a few days, a new planetoid will appear in her orbit, seemingly coming into distance after she has had some rest. These take about two to three days to form.
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Weaknesses and Limitations:
[/b] Though she is quite beautiful to behold, that is not always a good thing. More often than not this attention has gone wrong. This attention has ranged from obsessive stalkers, worshippers, and (currently) some still referring to her as some terrifying freak.
Physical Harm- She appears like she is an empty void, but unless she is achieving Darkest Cold or Heavenly Light, she can be touched, grabbed, held, or cut and bled. When she bleeds, it is difficult to tell except for what appears to be a nebula of deep red flowing through the space of her body. Because of this, it can be difficult to treat any wounds she receives. If these signs are not looked out for, she could very well die from an infection she never knew she had.
No Voice- She has no voice. The reason for which she will not go into but most have claimed if is because of her mutation. There is no air in space and if that is what her body is simulated, therefore she has no air to speak through. Instead Celeste usually communicates through facial expressions, pointing, writing, or through music. However, since coming into the modern world she is learning to use technology to move past this malady.
Superheated or Superchilled- These two modes at actually also attached to Celeste’s emotions. If is he very angry or frustrated, she could go supernova until she calms down. If she is depressed or extremely sad or lonely, she’ll become extra cold. If she isn’t careful, she can hurt people like this, just by touching them (and, unfortunately, she has).
Minor Orbit- Small things get caught in her orbit when she is not concentrating. It can be...annoying. Especially if she is zoning out and suddenly there's a pencil in her vision. This can get old very fast and can cause a bit of a disruption to her life.
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Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Celeste’s capabilities are pretty basic for a girl of her age, height, and weight. She does have excellent dexterity (her lifetime of learning instruments) and her coordination provided from years of learning dance have made her fairly lightfooted.
Fighting Style: Celeste isn’t a fighter. She was taught to be quiet and still for most of her life. However she has those same instincts as anyone else and is capable of balling up a fist or kicking a shin when need be. If she absolutely needs to fight, she will rely on her powers, either generating increased heat and blinding light across her body, or becoming extremely cold to the touch.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
PROS:
Plenty of room for improvement
Burning / Freezing upon touch is useful
CONS:
No real style and can easily be outmatched
Without her powers she can easily be subdued
History Of Your Character
All Caelistis has ever known is Atlantis. When she was born, it was heralded as a miracle from the gods. The divine had touched this child’s mother, bringing forth a demigod of the most unbridled beauty into the world. Though her mother was lost in the process, and the father unfit (so they say) to care for her, Caelistis was brought to the palace to be raised as a favorite among the demigods. As she aged, she was told of the wonders that she would see, the favors she would gain, and the boundless luxury that she would know.
It was, for the most part, a lie.
Caelistis was indeed treated like a goddess. She, and several other demigods with beautiful physical mutations, had the best teachers, the nicest accommodations, and the richest of foods. They were educated thoroughly in the history of Atlantis, gifted with the arts of the Muses, treated like absolute royalty; but it was a sham for what was really going on. They weren’t being raised as inspiration to the gods — they were being trained for more political reasons.
The house of Atlan raised these demigods to be married off to pre-selected nobles with hopes of securing power in the undersea kingdom. They were being used as little more than fine bargaining chips and little more. Celeste became aware of this when her once friend, Aurum (a beautiful, gilded boy), had been married off once he reached eighteen to a politically savvy and cruel woman. When she saw him and his wife visit the palace again, he was a hollowed creature, little more than her arm candy, cruelly broken of spirit.
It was a future she didn’t want — but one she knew was fast approaching. To make matters worse, the eyes that seemed most focused on her were none other than King Atlan himself.
In the years that followed, Caelistis had her fair share of admirers, people who thought that a betrothal to her were possible. King Atlan led them on, promising them a future with her in exchange for whatever he wanted. Afterwards they would quickly find themselves either disgraced or gone missing, only for the next unlucky fool to fall into the web that Atlan weaved around her.
She grew older and it seemed that the same fate would befall her — that is until the metal bird came from the sky. The demigods known as “X-Men” appeared and brought salvation to Atlantis. It seemed that prayers had been answered and Celeste was no longer a pretty toy kept in a cabinet — she could experience the city anew.
But she found only suffering. People were confused and leaderless. The new queen tried to appease all but change the old rules. Her own father had dead years ago and she had no other relatives to turn to. Therefore, when news spread amongst the citizens that the X-Men were ferrying people to a school of demigods, Celeste volunteered. With no where else to go, she knew she would have to find a new home to call her own.
For the most part Celeste as been doing her best to adjust to life in Xavier’s. The demigods and Gorgons are...strange. They speak, dress, and eat oddly, but Celeste is trying to adapt. It helps that some of her own kind are there but not all are as kind to her as she would have hoped, a sentiment that has only proved to make her somewhat bitter and calloused. Seems cruelty and judgment follows her wherever she goes.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Jorge
Where did you learn about this site?: I have been here since time immemorial.
The chiton reminded her of the old days, the bad days, but it was the only thing she felt comfortable wearing while sitting on the roof of the mansion. As the night extended around her, Celeste took a deep breath, catching the scent of plants in the air. It was fresh — a new season. Things in Atlantis always smelled the same: same breads being baked, same spices being crushes, same sweat glistening off soldiers as the marched in formation; it was nauseating now that she thought about it. But here, in the surface world, things were different. They were fresh. She liked fresh.
Tucking her legs up to her chest, she hugged her knees to herself, resting her chin upon them. Her void-like eyes looked out over the night, focusing on a distant tree that waved and shook in the breeze. She was enamored by the sight. It wasn’t being manipulated by a demigod or anything else unnatural — it was simply “being” and that was a concept that garnered most of her interest.
Would this place, Xavier’s, let her “be”? Will they let her grow as she wished? Or did she fall into another lie? She was too young to know any better before, but now that she was older, she was careful. Atlantis taught her a long time ago that no one was going to take care of her. People had motives. Other plans. If that was how it was going to be, fine, she would make her own plans. So she would be here, she would “learn” and she would observe this new world. And, with time, she would pray for opportunity to present itself. The second it did, she would grasp it.
Stretching on leg out, she pressed her back against part of the roof that slanted and sighed as she held up her arm. There, orbiting around the inky blackness of her wrist, was a small rotation of planetoids. She watched them with momentary interesting, satellites that had been with her for as long as she could remember. How long as she stared at them, looked in interest upon their rotating surfaces. They switched out constantly, sometimes she woke up with completely new (or so she thought) planets moving about her body. Tonight there seemed to be nothing of note. The same dead worlds, little more than spherical stones.
At least that is what she believed until one passed her vision, covered in green. She stopped, her eyes zeroing in on it, watching as it orbited her wrist. It had been some time she since she had seen a world of green. Hrm. Vaguely she wondered why this day was different from all others but her musings were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps.
”Celeste?” an older, gruff voice said. ”You’re up here again.” The taller, gruff man sighed as he made his way down the roof and planted himself next to her. Not too close, but close enough.
Celeste turned her eyes down, tucking her knees in again, trying to curl into as tight of a ball as she could. The older man, the water moving demigod named Jorge, scared her sometimes. He reminded her so much of the ruling class in Atlantis. But he had been one of those that liberated them, no? Other gorgons called him a hero, but Celeste was wary of heroes. History and experience (especially General Paci) all proved them to be just as corruptible as anyone else.
He stayed quiet for several moments more before he took a breath and looked out over the view. ”It’s a nice night. Bit cold though, isn’t it?”
She said nothing.
He persisted. ”It’s warmer inside. Sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in the living space? Some of the other kids are watching a movie. You don’t want to join them?”
She shook her head.
Jorge nodded. A few moments passed before he smirked. ”You don’t have to come in yet. But...will you allow me to bring you some hot chocolate then you can come back in when you’re ready?”
Celeste was quiet for several moments. She hated that he was so nice to her. Nice meant there was another motive but try as she might, most all these X-Men were genuine — at least right now. She really hoped it wasn’t a trick but a voice in the back of her mind made that a constant fear. Still, ever since she had been introduced to hot chocolate, she knew it was a yummy treat and her stomach rumbled for it.
Turning her head, she eyed the man with her starry eyes before she very quickly and subtly nodded once. This spurred on a smile from Jorge. Stating that he would be right back, he turned, climbed the roof and slipped in through a window, back inside. Celeste unfurled herself a little, attempting to relax the tension in her body just a little bit. She still wasn’t sure about this place but she would stay and she would observer. And, in the meantime at least they had plenty of hot chocolate.
