[center][i]"Talks like Jane Seymour, fights like Bruce Lee."[/i][/center][hr][hr][center][img]http://static4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120729193134/batman/images/d/d0/Lady_Vic-1.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr] [B]| Identity |[/B] [INDENT]Lady Elaine Marsh-Morton aka Lady Vic [Short for 'Victim'][/INDENT] [B]| Origin & Backstory |[/B] [INDENT] Lady Elaine Marsh-Morton was born to parents who were the current generation of a family of genuine English Aristocrats, descended from a long line of British soldiers and mercenaries. Despite the history of wealth in their family, Elaine's parents were struggling to make ends meet particularly due to a rival family's company bringing them into competition and ultimately shorting their shares and sales as well as pushing the company to the verge of bankruptcy. In a last ditch effort, Elaine's parents contacted the legendary League of Assassins to take out their competition. The League accepted the contract and the hit went off without a hitch, the only problem being that the Lord and Lady found themselves with insufficient funds to pay the League. Begging for their lives, Elaine's parents attempted one last negotiation, bartering with their daughter. From that moment on Elaine was essentially sold to the League where she was submitted to their life style and trained in their ways. As Elaine grew, she proved to be vicious and ruthless, as though nothing in life could hold her back from accomplishing her goals. A trait which captured the attention of her mentors and allowed her to rise through the ranks at a relatively young age. Elaine seemed to thirst for the fight, and passionately threw herself into learning whatever martial art or weapon the League taught her. Elaine eventually was sent on missions of her, impressing her mentors as she didn't hesitate to kill no matter who she was sent after, young or old, woman or child, Elaine was ruthless and seemingly lacking of all compassion. Perhaps then it should have come of no surprise that she slew her own parents when perhaps by karma's hand their number came up. Elaine didn't shed a single tear as she drove her blade through her mother, no did she cry out as she gunned her father down without batting an eyelash. With her parents gone, the League now had another use for Elaine as she was the sole heir to the Morton Estate. As such, Elaine was brought under a new training by the League as they trained her to act and blend into society as an educated Lady. Unlike combat, Elaine almost struggled against the civilized mannerisms the League attempted to indoctrinate her with. After nearly a year, the League finally deemed Elaine suitable to emerge into the society of aristocrats as she laid claim to her family home backed by the finances of the League as they restored the Estate all the while setting up a hidden base beneath the Estate in order to gain a foothold in London. By the age of twenty five, Elaine had risen through the ranks enough to challenge her mentor for the right to for control over a sect of her own. After a long and bloody battle, Lady Elaine defeated her mentor and though he begged for his life, she merely laughed in his face as she plunged her blade through his heart. Taking the name Lady Vic, Elaine now runs the the London base while reporting to the Sensei himself. Though this sect of the League operates primarily in Europe, Lady Vic herself still accepts contracts worldwide and especially has a penchant for going after big names targets such as metahumans and other super heroes or villains. However she makes her home in London when not on assignment, directing the sect as she sees fit to ensure the League of Assassins stays a name whispered in fear and paid in cold hard cash all the while keeping their presence there, and her career a secret. [/INDENT] [B]| Character Notes |[/B] [INDENT]W.I.P.[/INDENT] [B]| Powers & Abilities |[/B] [INDENT]Lady Vic has no powers however she is an expert trained martial artists and combatant. Lady Vic is also incredible proficient with a wide variety of firearms and melee weapons having a particular inclination towards classical and historical weapons, as such she rather enjoys using flintlock pistols, swords and other archaic weaponry.[/INDENT] [B]| How is this character different? |[/B] [INDENT] As there is very little established canon material on Lady Vic, the character isn't necessarily different so much as more defined and developed. Alterations have been made to her backstory however to round out the character and explain why she is more deadly and efficient. As well as to fit into the Ultimate Universe as devised by Gowi and the others.[/INDENT] [B]| What is your goal with this character? |[/B] [INDENT]My goal with this character is to expand and elaborate in the Ultimate Universe away from some of the more major hub cities like Gotham and Metropolis. That said, I'm not against having my character travel to those cities but for the most part I may stay away from them. Depending on how my first few arcs for Lady Vic go I may send her to Gotham or some other such city for a contract in an effort to run into conflict with a bigger hero.[/indent] [b]| Sample Post |[/b] "So you believe you're good enough to replace me?" Elaine's eyes narrowed behind her mask as she looked up at her mentor. For years she had followed every order he had ever issued but now Elaine knew it was her turn to give the orders. Drawing her blade from its sheath, she gripped it tightly as she took a step towards her Mentor. The older man smiled as he produced a long knife from within the long sleeves of his robes. "I'm prepared to take that which I deserve." Elaine spat towards him, her cultured accent now forever embedded in her speech. She hated the way it sounded, so refined and educated but yet she had to appreciate the camouflage it provided. Like a tiger's stripes hiding it in the long grass so her accent concealed her in society as being a killer. "Then come, take what is yours. But I will take your life if you fail to take mine." The Mentor said raising his blade as Elaine came rushing towards him, raising her blade above her head she heaved it down with all her might only to miss as the other man spun out of way. Recovering quickly, Elaine barely had enough time to parry the incoming blow from her mentor, but yet was able to twirl her blade around to knock the knife away from her ribs. Swinging her blade horizontally, the Mentor jumped back as part of his sleeve fell to the ground, Elaine's youth and speed catching up on the Mentor's age. Acknowledging the fallen sleeve with a twisted smile, Elaine rushed forward swinging madly as she bobbed and weaved around the other man's own blows yet he still was able to match her steel for steel as he raised his dagger into a blade lock, the man's strength forcing Elaine's blade above her head as he held it there. Struggling against the man, Elaine's eyes opened in fear as she realized her abdomen was completely exposed as the Mentor's knee came up winding her. Losing her balance Elaine stumbled as the the Mentor rushed her, thrusting his blade forward. Elaine stumbled to the ground, losing the grip on her sword as she failed to avoid the knife blade as it opened her side. Biting down on her lip as the burning sensation of an open wound shot up her side, Elaine pushed herself to flip backwards, landing back on her feet as she dodged the next blow from the knife. Stepping aside, Elaine caught the man's wrist and gave it a twist making him drop the knife. Kicking the blade out of reach, Elaine threw a punch towards her mentor's head only for him to counter her blow and throw one of his own. The pair went into a flurry of blows and parries as they struggled back and forth, changing tactics, Elaine made a swipe at her Mentor's feet, taking him off balance as she delivered a fist straight to his face. Blood erupted from his nose as the old man stumbled backwards only for a other fist to collided with his face, his own blood splashing into his eyes. Not to be outdone, the Mentor produced a pistol from within his robe, firing off a volley of shots towards Elaine despite being partially blinded. Holding her side, Elaine danced out of the way of fire before retrieving her blade. Wiping, blood from his face, the Mentor went to reload only to feel sharp steel rip through his wrist as he was suddenly brought face to face with Elaine as she plunged her sword through his chest. "London is mine." She spat in his face before pulling back and putting a heeled boot to his chest and kicking her mentor's dead body across the floor. "Assassins, you follow me now." Elaine said as she swung her blade over her shoulder and walked away.