[color=orange][b]Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location:[/b] Abandoned Train Tunnel[/color]

Balancing on a rusted rail, the leader of the the Reapers, Scorn, hummed to herself, making her way to the outside world that waited above. Procreating her den for her associates had been a relatively simple chore. The previous tenants were easily persuaded to leave with a few gunshots. They had scattered like rats from a flame, leaving to seek refuge elsewhere. That had been several months ago, when her gang had been nothing but her and a few other like minded individuals. Now after hard work her gang was one of the larger gangs, taking territory as it pleased when it wanted. Centerville had become Scorn's playground one she had little desire of sharing, that was the recent trouble she was having. Her playground was now a chessboard, having to contend with would be heroes and other villian's with there own agendas.

The activity of her gang had waned for the past few weeks as she watched and waited but her patience was wearing thin and she needed some form of action to occur to provide her with some fun and entertainment.

"Time for the weasel to be popped," she mused to herself as she balanced on the rail, the darkness giving way to blinding light as she headed out into the city, not knowing what to expect, only that it would be beautiful chaos, even if she had to start it herself.