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.
The first notes of the new melody were filled with such passion that Celeste could not react, she just stay silent feeling her heart race with each vibration. It was the same she felt with that deadly glared that hide much more anger than her words. So, she continued with her silent contemplation that was not only a way to analyze her rival but an opportunity for her heart to calm down but even when she tried hard, the music keep accelerating her heart against her will. She was buried deep inside these feelings of regrets and discomfort and nothing she tried seemed to work, until, magically with the change in pace the violence and speed of the song soon relaxed into a more pleasant and enjoyable melody. It was then that a little more relaxed, she put aside her musical tastes to start enjoying that interpretation that was not bad at all.
The lack of glamor in the store forced her to set her eyes on the second most beautiful thing, the beautiful black and white keys of the piano that rested silently before her. In order to calm down more, she tried to imagine that she was the one playing the melody, so she mentally began to press keys while trying to keep up with the song that was not as familiar as she would like it to be. That silly game proved more difficult than Celeste expected since she had to identify not only the notes, but also restrict her hands from jumping on the piano keys to press them physically.
Halfway to the end of the melody, Celeste left the game complaining silently that it was too boring rather than admitting that the other girl played the song better than her. By then the melody that started as hellish screams of anger changed to a soft and easy to enjoy sounds that Celeste could not ignore. Although she did not totally agree with the choice of the other girl, she had to admit that she was doing a great job. In fact, she was doing such a great job that Celeste wanted to stand up again, to run to her piano and ruin her execution in some way... That melody had no right to sound as good.
Although jealousy continued to grow inside her, these were kept in a fully acceptable level that Celeste knew how to channel very well. While listening to the other girl she started to get a small interest on her, despite the horrible first impression. Maybe she could replace her old rival Stella, who just could not compete with her skills or her beauty. Still contemplating such ideas in her head, Celeste stood and headed back to the other girl´s piano. "That..." She said. "... was a lot better." Finally she completed the sentence with a shy smile.
What she had done during that moment of rage was simply stupid, plain stupid. For a moment her brain turned off, then on again just a second after the music sheet was destroyed. She needed to apologize even if she did not want to do it, so she uttered the closest thing to an apologize she dared. "I will pay the music sheet."
When Celeste finally managed to escape from the circle of envy and hatred, it was too late for the poor music sheet. A little voice inside her head said that was wrong, she was just discharging all her tension with tat girl but every time that voice tried to convince her, another voice even louder responded by stating that the girl had started the battle. Celeste was just a victim of that savage who had no taste for classical music.
Her opponent stood, her face showing an expression of pure anger that gave the impression that she would kill her. For a moment Celeste expected the worst, a direct blow to the face, a bite, a slap but nothing happened. The only thing she let go with that murderous intent was her words that caught her off guard. The surprise and rejection changed Celeste´s expression a long moment before she could hide it behind her smile again.
Still, she needed all her willpower to avoid answering with a resounding "you". Judging by the questions and tone of voice that followed, to remain silent was the best thing she could do. And Celeste did it. She closed her lips and kept them closed in a small smile that attempted to hide her nervousness.
At the first opportunity, she ran again back to her piano as if that small distance could give her any protection. Celeste knew she was wrong but she was not going to apologize. Therefore she forced herself to remain silent, without touching a single key on her piano to listen to her rival.
If it was another object, Celeste would undoubtedly left it without mercy to get one of better quality in the nearest store, but unfortunately that multicolored fabric was not a normal object. Along with the flying colors fluttered hours of effort and dedication along with something even more important, the secret of her mutation.
Since her dark eyes were fixed on the fabric that mocked her attempts to catch it, Celeste was unable to see the man until the last moment when the scarf seemed to devour his face furiously. But by then, it was too late. She could not avoid him. She closed her eyes tightly to endure the impending blow, cursing the stupid man who dared to stand between her and her goal.
Then the shameful fall became a vibrant catch which in turn transformed her momentum in an elegant twist that ended with the two very close together. As she tried to catch her breath, Celeste opened her eyes to find the stranger's chest rising and falling in an attempt to do the same. But when the agitation of the race disappeared, her heart still pounded with fury, fueled by the emotion of that uncomfortable closeness.
As she noticed her free arm holding his waist, her heart began to beat even faster, painting her cheeks with a deep crimson. Her thoughts ran as fast as her heart, disappearing before she could catch them. Only a question seemed to impose before the others. Who was that man? It was like if she sharing a dream with her perfect man... but at the same time she was sure that the arms that held her were very real.
The sound of his voice forced her to return to reality where a question waited for an answer. Celeste opened her mouth to respond, trying to find something accurate to say, but all that came out was a simple "Mmnn...". To make matters worse, she was no longer able to restrain herself and finally looked up to see the face of her hero.
At that time all the things she was ignoring marched in unison just for her to see them very clearly. A feline tail held her scarf, and two ears of the same animal crowned the man as if they were an unusual hat. "You..." Celeste achieved to pronounce while anger began to grow inside her chest. "Why you?" She wondered aloud, remembering their last meeting. One more time that mutant had shattered her dreams. How dared he to be so charming and mutant at the same time?
"You better let me go." Demanded the girl in her best aristocratic tone but making no move to escape his embrace.
To say she felt desperation was not enough compared to need to escape that grew with every moment inside her but somehow Celeste managed to remain calm and keep walking. Still, without daring to look back she could not know if she was far enough to be safe but since no one seemed to be following her, she soon convinced herself that it was ok to taste freedom, it was then that a wiry appendix grabbed her by the waist.
Defeated, she turned around to stare at her hosts to discover with horror that the red man had grabbed her with his tail. In other moment Celeste would had screamed or tried to escape, or even use her Taser to burn that red skin that irritated her so much but instead she remained still, knowing that it was impossible to escape.
Knowing she had no way to escape, she attempted to lie again but the words refused to escape her throat so she just heard the questions in silence, still trapped by the red appendage. Her brain ignore her desperate request to fabricate more lies for her, so the girl rushed to pronounced the only truth that would keep her in one piece. At least for a while. "I am a mutant." She said, unable to hide the hatred she felt for that word, while at the same time responding to one of the questions.
She waited in silence for some excuse to appear in her mind, but again, her ideas seemed to dissolve before taking shape. She had no more lies, so she decided to try with the truth. "I did this." She said without showing shame for her work. Only fear. "The Doors." Then the girl carefully lifted her left hand so that both could see the essence of the doors compressed inside her little finger´s nail.
Of all the insults she could have received for her insolence, the Countess chose to deprive her of the satisfaction of seeing her in shock or horror. Consequently her face remained expressionless, not showing any sign of hearing Celeste´s speech. She was showing a patience that was worthy of admiration. If not for the looks of surprise and disapproval of the employees, even Celeste would have sworn that the words she picked to attack her had never left her throat.
Of course Celeste was not half as good at hiding her emotions so when she heard her reply, a wave of heat and blood rose to her face. Her cheeks blushed with an impossible red as a wild desire for revenged clouded her mind. It was one thing to take away the fun of torturing employees, and quite another to insult her directly. Yet, despite her many attempts to answer to the Countess´s constructive critic, Celeste was speechless and could not produce any sound. She knew that she was right, but that never stopped her from using that greeting. She had incorporated it despite knowing its (limited) applications.
Reluctantly, she remained standing while being punished with that long and boring explanation of where and when was not "polite" to use that greeting. Still, despite the apology which hid another insult, Celeste could not completely forget the hatred she felt for the woman. Then the hate she felt for her grew immeasurably when the Countess´s shoes arrived despite Celeste was waited longer than her. "Hypocrite." Celeste spat the words like venom capable of killing her. "Not above anyone else?" She asked angrily. "I arrived earlier but you get your shoes before me. What is that if not favoritism?" Celeste had her exactly where she wanted, stabbed by her own sword but deep down she also knew that the Countess had prepared an answer equally courteous, and that only angered her more.
While Celeste walked the streets searching for colors and clothes, all the glances fell upon her. Only a few were able to pass by without staring at her in awe or pronouncing a muffled curse of surprise. Unfortunately all the attention was directed to her scarf. Despite it was missing a last color to be completed, the rainbow scarf quickly became the center of attention. Not even her beautiful crimson cardigan or her beautiful Prada black skirt could compete with the dazzling colors of the scarf.
Each stripe was composed of a different texture combined with colors that were "painted" in different ways. The red extracted from silk cloth formed the first strip, then a dark orange from a brick, golden stolen from a gold ring in replace of the tedious and inexpensive yellow. In the green stripe, she used the fluorescent green left by a marker on a sheet of paper, while the blue was formed by the natural grayish blue of steel. Finally, the purple had been extracted from the painting of a car, so it had some similarity to metal. The only color she was missing was indigo.
At the exact moment she decided it was time to go back, a new problem presented in the form of a unnatural wind. It stole her scarf with ease since it was resting loosely over her shoulder. In just an instant the scarf was flying far away from her reach, so she started to run behind the unlikely comet. Fortunately before the scarf could fly farther, it crashed into the face of a passerby that was soon about to collide with Celeste that was too focused on catching her treasure.
The force imbued in her symphony soon began to take over everything around her, removing the ugly store, its employees and the other girl toying with the piano. The whole world seemed to crumble under the sweet vibrations of each note. It was then that the powerful beginning of the symphony gave way to a softer chorus of notes that the sounds produced by the other piano used as a soft spot to penetrate inside her mind to finally win the battle and impose their physical and mental presence, destroying the music she loved.
Celeste finally lost the pace and made a mistake, then another and then one more. Her interpretation ended when her two fists fell with fury on the innocent keyboard, producing a cry of agony from the inert piano.
She then stood up and driven by an almost animal rage moved toward the piano of her rival. Once there, she pulled the music sheet from its small stand to tear it into small pieces. Her voice though somewhat impolite did not manage to say how much she hated interruptions. "Try now." The girl demanded with a sweet smile of satisfaction on her face.
Despite the glaring directed toward the inert doors, none of them decided to move to let her pass. Maybe it was because they were unable to move without help, or perhaps because there was no one nearby to operate them. Unlike the modern shop that she used to attend where the doors were not only mechanized but were also paired with employees to greet customers. Fortunately her bodyguard found the task of opening the doors very easy. A pleasant artificial breeze escape the building to the street, both temporary cool her rage. At least the store had air conditioning.
Once inside the store, Celeste noted with sadness the prevailing decadence. As she expected, no one ran to receive her with the honors she believed to deserve and what was worse, no one seemed frightened by her presence as often happened in the stores where she was habitual. The inattention was something to be expected in a store that category, but the lack of recognition and terror were two entirely new things that the girl could not understand. Does the name Manfrella meant nothing there? Apparently not. She had to fix that...
While she was still trying to find a polite way to break the employees, her sensitive ears caught an eerie cacophony that penetrated the monotony of the Jazz music that was playing in the background. The rhythm of the notes and the quality of execution were not bad, but the piece itself was a mockery toward all the great composers... so with a new goal obtained, she moved directly to the center of that soft and modern music.
When Celeste found the culprit of such disastrous concert, she took a seat in one of nearest pianos to observe her behavior but when she read the sheet music, she realized what the problem was. Almost all the pieces were modern and therefore lacking the strength and energy of the old symphonies. Putting aside the score, her fingers nimbly descended over the keyboard to produce the first thundering notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. For a moment, the old notes devoured the world leaving only Celeste and her piano alone.
Although her many notebooks provided her with an almost endless catalog of colors, after several months of indiscriminate use, Celeste had no new colors to use and despite being almost certain that Venus would not notice if a pair of colors get repeated, Celeste was not willing to take that risk. Therefore she needed to hunt new colors. In her experience Crafting Heaven was the perfect place to start. The modest store was far from being like the other stores of the same type, but despite its relatively small size, it always enjoyed an incredible variety of materials to use in various artistic activities. In that bohemian paradise she could find different fabrics that were what interested her most but also different paints, metals, stones and everything necessary to build almost everything. The store lived according to its name.
With skillful lies and a few bribes, Celeste escaped from her bodyguards without them suspecting where she was going. She even gave her driver the day off to prevent any information from leaking between her different employees, so the girl must travel like any other mortal. The taxi driver was not friendly or elegant, and his driving skills were dubious, and as if that were not enough the air conditioning did not work properly but still, all these things were a small price she was willing to pay to hide her not so lawful activities.
Once inside the store, she found the place familiarly static, as if someone had frozen the time in that area at the very moment she had left the store. Of course none of that was possible, but still she could not avoid the suspicion that nothing in the store had moved in years, not even the old man behind the counter who greeted everyone with an odd toothless smile. Celeste could almost swear that the man was covered by a thin layer of dust as many of the things on the top shelves but she discarded that idea as a product of her imagination. Without paying too much attention to the other artists, Celeste walked distractedly around the store taking mental notes of the different colors that caught her attention. After the first watch, she started the arduous task of stealing the colors.
The first color of her imaginary list was in a delicate fabric of bright purple located in a corner of the big room. Although she was minimally hidden from prying eyes, she did not dare to remove all the color from the fabric so she needed to create a limit to accelerate the extraction. With silent movements, she extracted a small scissors that she used to cut one of the corners of that vast rectangular fabric. After hiding the scissors again, Celeste placed the nail of her index finger on the small piece of cloth and then said its name aloud to help her focus. "Purple." The verbal and mental pulses merged into one to form a single thought that displaced all others. Following her mental commands, the color of that small triangle of cloth left its prison to enter her nail. Under her gaze, that color no longer existed, and was replaced by gray as if that object had somehow ceased to have color.
Celeste hated that annoying side effect of her powers, and though she loved the possibilities her witch powers offered her, she still could not overcome the shock and fear of losing part of her vision of colors, so she produced her new notebook from her purse without losing any more time. After opening the book on the first page, Celeste deposited her nail carefully between the lines separating the first row from the next. Then she pronounced the name of the color one more time. "Purple." And with that order, the color spilled from her nail in the thick line until it reached the edges forming a long line of purple with the appearance of fabric. Then, all of a sudden she was able to see that shade of purple again. That color looked even more beautiful in her notebook because it was impossible, unrealistic, but mostly because she did it.
My dad is coming from Argentina this month, so I will not be very active. This would slow down Celeste and Guglin´s threads but I will try to reply as much as I can.
At the moment I am planning everything, but around the 13 or 15 of this month he will arrive and I will be even busier.
I know it is still early to make plans for the end of the plot, but I got this fancy idea and I am afraid I would forget it if I do not write all the details.
Once she woke up from AoS, she'll be at the same time happy since the world returned to be as she remembered and also very sad for being alone once again. In an attempt to find the people who shared the dream with her, especially her new friends, she would organize a party at her mansion. (One block farther than the mutant mansion but within the same area, exactly where her bunker was located). To prevent impostors to show at the party, Celeste will make several small publications in newspapers, magazines and perhaps also radio. In these "publications" she will call Maxine´s Amazon, Jorge´s town, Zephy´s zeppelin crew and all the people who trade with her at the bunker, without giving more information than the fact that the party is at her bunker. Clearly, only people that were involved in the shared dream would know the general location of her party.
Would you be interested in joining this "meeting"?
Hello Elizabeth, I was reading your profile and I could not avoid noticing she likes to play piano. Celeste is an outstanding piano player among other many things, rich and spoiled, but most important of all pretty close in age with your character.
If you are interested, she can be found almost anywhere, from fancy stores and restaurants to calm green places like Central Park.
The moment she had feared came suddenly. Even when she had tried to prepare plans and lies, the time came too fast. Without warning, she found herself facing the problem she wanted to avoid so badly. None of the many lies that circulated in her mind managed to escaped, and the half truth she used attracted more interest in her powers. The odd couple stared at her with expectation, wishing to see her in action. He even went as far as to savor the moment.
Even if she limited the demonstration to gild something with the gold already stored in one of her nails, neither of them seemed foolish enough to ignore the fact she had stolen the color from their doors. While trying to decide what to do, she changed her body weight from one foot to another, trying to find a comfortable position to deal with that extremely uncomfortable situation. She was completely surrounded by a crowd that blocked any possible escape route. Even if that was not enough, she was surrounded by dangerous mutants.
"Did you hear that?" Said the girl with haste, as if she had suddenly remembered an important appointment. If she had own a pocket watch, she would have taken it to verify that in fact she was running late. Her voice turned into a nervous spasm but she still achieved to make her words sound clear. "It was my dad." Still, the clarity of her words did not hide her nervousness and the lack of hope she had in that improvised plan. Not even her real father with all his money and connections could defend her from an angry mob composed of mutants. "I better get going..." As soon as she pronounced the last letter but before silence fell upon them again, she turned around to escape as fast as her feet could carry her at walking speed.
Surprisingly, they arrived at the "clinic" without any more psychological or physical damage. That simple fact had to be enough to throw a party, but unfortunately despite being in the right place and without any serious incidents within the limousine, they still needed to help the monster to get down of her beautiful carriage and somehow oblige him to enter the modest building. Since she was not going to help Sam move him, and without any intention of getting her hands dirty again, she waited patiently without moving.
While waiting for his two companions to descend, Celeste observed through the glass the recommended place. What she had called "clinic" was but a gray building that looked suspiciously like an abandoned factory. The double front door was locked with a heavy chain that judging by the rust had not been removed in years, to add more to the appearance of emptiness, the windows were covered with black plastic bags to replace the long gone crystals. As she watched the lifeless walls, an irrational fear pierced her heart. Was she in the right place? The more she noticed about that structure, the more she convinced herself that it was completely abandoned. There was no way someone could run a clinic there.
With trembling hands she took her cellphone from her purse, and then dialed the number that his father had given her earlier. When the calling tone sounded for the third time, a tall, thin man wearing a gray coat that once had been white appeared from the shadows. It was then that she noticed the small side door from where a weak beam of white light escaped to meet with the darkness. Mr. Hambleton, a man in his fifties, thin and slender, with white hair and bushy beard, was standing there with a strange tranquility in his face.
Once she confirmed to be in the right place, some of her good humor and security returned to form a shy smile on her lips. She descended with agility from the limousine, dodging Sam and his monstrous friend, to reach the doctor moments later. "You must be Celeste." The man said his voice strangely youthful. "Your father always talks about you." That was a lie, but she still continued with that game of courtesies. Once she executed her usual reverence, she raised her voice to put things in motion. "Can we hurry, please?" The request from the child reminded achieved to bring the man back to reality, so he immediately moved toward the bleeding mutant.
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