While it may not be as impressive as the man in blue, after doing some talking with [@Jareth] i decided to whip a lil' something up. Shall finish this up tomorrow.

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/UPGkS5a.png?1[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=Rosybrown]I L L Y A N A  R A S P U T I N A   [color=lightslategray]♦[/color]   E X - D A U G H T E R  O F  B E L A S C O   [color=lightslategray]♦[/color]   W A R D  O F  T H E  S O R C E R O R  S U P R E M E[/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img]
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[CENTER][sup][color=Rosybrown]"For many years a man named Belasco tried to bury me. But I demanded to grow."[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT][i]At the age of six [b]Illyana Rasputina[/b] found herself taken from her comfy home at her family's farm in Russia, and transported to the fiery hellscape that is the realm of Limbo. There she found herself imprisoned by the man known as [b]Belasco[/b], who claimed her as one of his daughters. There she spent the next seven years of her life, alongside the winged mutant Megan Gwynn, [b]Pixie[/b]; another of Belasco's captives. While Megan may have been Belasco's dagger, Illyana became his sword. He trained her in the arcane arts, corrupting her soul and drawing her deeper into his clutches. His downfall came however when he attempted to teach the two girls the art of creation magic. Illyana's own life force energy formed the Soulsword, a powerful weapon that enabled Illyana and Megan enough power to use their sorcery to escape from Limbo and return to the mortal world. 

As a teenager raised in the depths of purgatory, Illyana struggled to readjust to life, cutting Pixie off and venturing off on on her own. It was during this time that she caught the attention of one [b]Stephen Strange[/b], this realm's Sorcerer Supreme. Having traced her from the magical energy she had been exerting, he took her in, giving her a home at the [b]Sanctum Sanctorum[/b]. There she became his ward, honing the magical abilities that Belasco had so brutally engraved into her. She sheathed her Soulsword, no longer needing the blade, and instead formed a new extension of her soul; the Soulstaff. 

However, as she grew, she felt that anger still bubbled inside her. Anger that been inside her from the very first day that she had stepped foot in Limbo. Anger that wouldn't be going away until blood is spilled.
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[COLOR=lightslategray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R   M O T I V A T I O N S   &   G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]The story told within last years What If? Magik by Leah Williams was something that really resonated me. The idea of Illyana walking away from the X-men and instead embracing her true magical potential is something I've been wanting to see for years. As such, in a setting where the magical landscape is enhanced with that of the DC Universe, I wanted to try my hand at telling that story here. Along with that, I enjoyed the idea of Limbo being something which Illyana obviously can't get over too easily. While she may have grown since being there, it's still left a scar. And I want to see Magik attempt to heal it. [/i][/indent][/indent]
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[color=Rosybrown]♦[/color] Doctor Steven Strange: The current Sorcerer Supreme, Strange became a surrogate father and teacher to Illyana after her time in Limbo, helping her hone her magical abilties.

[color=Rosybrown]♦[/color] Wong: Doctor Strange's loyal assistant, Wong runs and cares for the Sanctum Sanctorum. This loyalty extended to Illyana once she made the Sanctum her home, and in time a friendship between the two blossomed.

[color=Rosybrown]♦[/color] Belasco: A being of pure hate, Belasco is the ruler of Limbo and the being who trapped Illyana there for the majority of her childhood. 

[color=Rosybrown]♦[/color] Ragman:

[color=Rosybrown]♦[/color] Elsa Bloodstone:

To be added to as Magik goes on her travels...
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The Oblivion Bar. A place of magic, and a part-time home to those who use it. Back in the day this dingy old bar was roaring in the sound of laughter and stories of old, all competing against the bartender’s favourite rock music which dominated the atmosphere. Its tables found themselves host to patrons of all different shapes and sizes; demons, monsters, magicians, and fairies. All were welcome. If they could find the door that is. You see, The Oblivion Bar isn’t located on Earth but within its own realm, safe from the ignorance of mankind. The door to which would travel from place to place, never staying in the same location for more than an hour, and even if one were to find it, it would only open to those touched by magic. That was then, however.  

Now the bar is a mere empty shell of what it once was. The doors to the outside world remain closed. The sound of music and good spirits are now gone, and the bar itself is desolate of life. All save for the bar tender and his most frequent patron. An old man and a monkey in a deerstalker. 

They drank in silence, reminiscing on old times. The daily ritual of Jim Rook and Bobo T. Chimpanzee. Both unaware of what was coming. 

[b]WHOOSHH[/b]

“[color=peru]What the fuck is—[/color]" 

The pair reared back as the sound of space tearing itself apart met their ears. A startling yellow light erupted from the centre of the room as a disc of energy fizzled into existence. Atop it stood a girl, her right hand clasped around a staff of obsidian, her left hand out to balance her. Her dirty blonde bangs completed the punk rock look that her band t-shirt and slashed up denim jeans gave her. As she stepped from the glowing light and onto the wooden floorboards, the energy seemed to vanish, returning the room to darkened state it was in before.

"[color=Rosybrown]Well Wong was definitely right; this place has turned into an absolute dump.[/color]"

“[color=MediumAquamarine]Magik?![/color]” Jim Rook exclaimed in confusing, lowering the glowing blade he had just pull up from behind the bar during the lightshow. “[color=MediumAquamarine]How the hell did you get in here? The doors are—[/color]”

“[color=Rosybrown]Locked. I know. That was one of my stepping discs. Not even a hint of magic to it.[/color]” Illyana Rasputin smirked as she made her way across the room. With a flick of the wrist, the staff she was carrying seemed to fizzle out of existence just like the energy. “[color=Rosybrown]You guys really need to step up your security.[/color]”

Jim just groaned from where he stood behind the bar, running his hand through his hair. 

“[color=peru]Lil’ miss Magik.[/color]” Detective Chimp teased, taking a draft from his cigarette, as she slumped down onto the bar stool next to him. “[color=peru]Strange finally let you out of the sanctum I see. What brings you here?[/color]”

“[color=Rosybrown]A drink.[/color]” She confirmed, turning to Jim. “[color=Rosybrown]Vodka Tonic. No ice.[/color]”

He simply scoffed in retaliation. “[color=MediumAquamarine]Ooh, no ice? Look at you acting so cool and grown up.[/color]" He jeered in a high pitched mocking tone. "[color=MediumAquamarine]Yeah, sure thing, just teleport back in here in a few years’ time. You can have a soda.[/color]”

He began preparing the drink before she could even argue, with the bar growing eerily quiet once more as he worked behind the counter. 

“[color=MediumAquamarine]So…[/color]” Jim began, eyeing Ilyana cautiously as he placed the glass onto the bartop in front of her. “[color=MediumAquamarine]D.C there just made a good point. Does Strange know you’re out the Sanctum?[/color]”

"[color=rosybrown]He's the Sorcerer Supreme, not my prison warden.[/color]"

“[color=peru]I still call bullshit on that though by the way.[/color]” Detective Chimp moaned, cutting Illyana off before she could say anything more. 

“[color=MediumAquamarine]Are you still going on about that D.C?[/color]”

“[color=Rosybrown]Wait, what?[/color]”

“[color=peru]Strange getting the whole Sorcerer Supreme shebang.[/color]” He took another draft before turning back to Illyana. “[color=peru]No offence, but back in the ol’ Shadowpact days, we had people ten times the magician Strange is.[/color]”

“[color=MediumAquamarine]Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold up.[/color]” Jim exclaimed, turning himself towards the moneky. “[color=MediumAquamarine]Did you just say shebang?[/color]”

“[color=peru]Oh fuck off [i]Nightmaster[/i]![/color]” 

“[color=Rosybrown]Tell me about them.[/color]”

The two stopped their bickering and looked back at the young girl in confusion. She simply stared back, a determined look in her eye. 

“[color=peru]What’d you say?[/color]”

“[color=Rosybrown]Tell me about Shadowpact. I want to know.[/color]”

“[color=peru]Why? You thinking of ditching Strange already?[/color]” D.C sat back against the bar, bemused.

“[color=Rosybrown]Nothing silly like that.[/color]" She replied, a sly grin painted across her face. "[color=Rosybrown]I’m raising an army against the forces of Limbo.[/color]”

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