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Something something Dick joke.
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I've missed this. 

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| Identity |

Duela
| Origin & Backstory |

The history of the young woman who refers to herself simply as “Duela” is a mystery. She has claimed everything from being jilted at her junior prom, to having witnessed the murder of her parents-at the hands of one of her mother’s close friends-, to having simply always been an outcast-never accepted by society-, as her motivation for what she does. In truth not a single one of her sob stories are true; Duela steals real grief and real tragedies, and crafts her own tapestry of trauma and sorrow, yet she has never known the painful experiences that she claims so zealously to have endured. 

Where others wanted simply to be accepted by society, Duela wished to be adored. Where others simply wanted friends to support and nurture them, Duela wished for a horde of followers, to slave away at her beck and call. Where others simply wanted to be loved, Duela wanted to hear thousands upon thousands of voices crying out in admiration of her, willing to lay down their lives for their dark mistress. 

Better to be a somebody in hell, than a nobody in heaven. 

Since adolescence, Duela had always had issues with her body image, being prone to self-harm and bulimic episodes. 

When she first surfaced in the criminal underworld-operating under the name “Chelsea Brunskil”-, Duela was working as a drug smuggler for the Gotham City branch of the Hong Kong based Triad. Mainly working with heroine, Duela would use a vast network of caves that ran beneath Gotham-known colloquially as “The Nethers”-to move her wares back and forth throughout the city, without drawing attention to herself. 

Having grater ambitions for herself than a life as a drug mule, Duela begun to work up her reputation as someone whom the Triad could trust, doing odd jobs as an enforcer on the side, to the point where they began to commend her with larger and larger shipments, before selling off all of her goods to the Falcone crime family, in return for protection, and a job as a well-paid Soldato. 

Whilst working under the Falcone’s-now using the false identity “Jasmine Alwell”-Duela’s depression worsened, and the scale by which she cut and burned herself escalated. It was around this time that she also begun to develop drug addictions, namely those which should could not afford to realistically maintain on her pay grade. 

Duela learned of a group of high-ranking members within the Falcone Empire, who were planning to usurp the Roman, in that she was contacted by a Caporegime, who was looking to recruit her as muscle for the uprising. 

Burning with ambition and lacking in money, Duela sold out the ring leaders, in return for the Roman’s favour. 

Having been handsomely rewarded for her snitching, Duela was made a lieutenant within the organisation, and was pumped up a pay grade. 

Still plagued by narcissism and visions of grandeur, Duela tipped off the Gotham Cosa Nostra as to a series of Falcone gun shipments that were entering the city, once again switching sides to another of the cities great crime syndicates. 

This pattern would continue for a while; Duela would work her way up the ranks of an organisation, before growing bored and switching sides, flittering from false identity to false identity. As time went by, Duela spiralled further and further into her afflictions, sticking a blade under every inch of skin, and constantly shoving a spoon down her throat. 

Soon she had made an enemy of almost every kingpin in Gotham, and was forced to flee back into the Nethers, seeking refuge from the various bounties that had been placed on her head. 

Frightened and alone, Duela’s knowledge of the underground cave networks was the only thing that kept her alive, the hitmen going to such extreme lengths as to chase her through the twisting tunnels, in order to cry and cash in on her bounty. 

For many months Duela quietly stalked the sewage passages and old underpasses that criss-crossed Gotham City, stealing what little she needed to survive, without drawing too much attention to herself. 

Now lacking the funds to support her addiction, Duela spent what seemed like an eternity of sheer agony cooped up in the darkness, suffering from severe withdrawal, but ultimately managed to conquer her dark compulsions. 

After a year of cowering in the shadows, Duela decided to stand up and fight. 

Luring in those who would seek to claim her bounty, the young girl used the tunnels to her advantage, stealthily picking off the hitmen, one by one. 

Triumphing over her enemies, Duela drew the attention of a highly skilled Japanese assassin known as Awai Otoko: “The Pale man”.

Obsessed with contracts who presented a real challenge, Awai declared that he would kill the highly sought after teenager, venturing down into the Nether’s. Awai tracked her through the darkness, and for a long time they played a lengthy game of cat and mouse, stalking each other. 

Awai Otoko managed to shoot Duela in the leg, leaving her to limp away into the shadows. Dropping his assault rifle, Awai perused Duela with only his ornate dagger, wishing to savour the hunt, which ultimately proved to be his undoing. 

Ambushing the assassin, she plunged a screwdriver into his neck, killing him in one fluid movement. Taking Awai’s dagger as a trophy, Duela emerged from hiding, completely unrecognisable due to her severe scaring. 

Making a power grab in the city’s underworld, Duela-now actually using the name “Duela”-managed to seize control of several of Gotham’s street-level gangs, bringing them together to form one über-gang. 

Now commanding her own cabal, the teenager has managed to sink her teeth into several of the larger crime syndicates, fashioning herself a respectable faction. 

The up and coming star in the New Jersey underworld, Duela is a force to be reckoned with, despite her youthful exterior. 

| Powers & Abilities |

Duela possesses no powers, meta-human or otherwise, however she is apt at manipulating both people and situations to better suit her, using a large variety of different physiological methods. While not intelligent perhaps in the traditional sense, her years working for s different kingpins have given her considerable street smarts. She is rather guile, and while she might not have any martial arts training she has learnt how to defend herself over the years.

| How is this character different? |

In the current cannon, Duela finds the face of the allegedly deceased Clown Prince of crime, and wears it as her mantle, becoming “the Joker’s Daughter”. My Duela is a sort of “what if”, wherein she never receives the face-mask, and never projects her hopes and goals onto it. Instead of adopting an idol, Duela motivates HERSELF to go and seize the day, and is her own villain, as opposed to being the Joker’s prophet. 

| What is your goal with this character? |

To try and create some grounded criminal role-play, and to present a villain for those players who do not have super powers, which should hopefully generate an engaged and active community. 

| Sample Post |

“You’re a screw-up” “You’ll never amount to anything” “Why don’t you just kill yourself? One less delinquent in the world” 

His entire life, Riley Sullivan had been pushed around and trodden on by his betters; mocked by his teachers, thrown out by his mother, and forgotten by society. 

And now he’d had enough.

So on Friday night, Riley was not out hitting the clubs, he was not at home smoking pot, and he was not lying face down in a gutter, completely shitfaced. 

Instead, Riley was out getting work. 

He fell into the crowd, surrounded on all sides by hefty brutes and weasel-faced thugs, squeezing in between a man with a myriad of tattoos criss-crossing his exposed left arm, and a stout bloke with a shaven head and a broken nose. 

The warehouse was dark and dingy, with windows of cracked glass, a celling of rusted metal plates, and crooked concrete pillars, with ivy creeping up their sides at awkward angles. 

Pale moonlight seeped in through a chasm in the celling, billowing down a silvery column at the back of the room, where a large wooden box had been erected, allowing the figure who stood upon it to lord over the sprawling mob. 

Riley had heard stories about her, the woman with the scarred face, but none of them had come close to encapsulating her waif-like form, strewn with gashes and gouges, her mismatched eyes, wicked and twitching, flickering back and forth from person to person, and most importantly her lacerated face, a mass of cuts, slashes, and burns, all culminating in a truly warped body. 

Despite her deformed appearance, there was a certain feral splendour to her, not in the traditional sense, but in a way that defied all of society’s norms, laughing at the preconceived notions of beauty, and spitting in the face of the establishment. 

She was dressed in a purple tank top and a scarlet miniskirt, with torn leggings, long gloves, and a grimy jacket that billowed behind her in the gentle wind. 

She gripped a long wooden pole, wound in barbed wire, with a rusted sickle fastened to the end of it, held in place by a motley assortment of metal scarps. 

“Ah, fresh meat!” She exclaimed, a sly smirk rippling across her cracked lips, exhaling loudly as she took in the scene before her, eyeing up the mass of wannabe criminals. 

“I know why you’re all here,” She begun, the box upon which she stood giving her a clear view of the entire crowd. “To make some cash.” 

A murmur went through the group, but otherwise the mob remained silent. 

“And you’ll have your cash!” She bellowed, running her serpentine tongue through the deep gashes in the sides of her mouth.

“-BUT- in return for this,” she begun, her slick grin vanishing in an instant “I expect your undivided cooperation, and your unquestioned loyalty.” 

“And if you fail to uphold your end of our agreement…” 

In one fluid movement her sickle shot forwards, caving in the head of the nearest thug, slicing through skin and bone with a deafening crunch, a river of fat crimson tears leaking from the new gash in his forehead. 

“Well, let’s just says there’s always someone willing to take your place.”

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