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And Now You Die!

"All right boys and girls, mommy is going out for some alone time, be good and make sure everything ready or else you don't want to know the punishments I have in mind," Scorn said to her gang as she left her lair, being swallowed by the shadows that were the exit of her lair. Traveling through them as her portals, she reached the entrance of her lair with ease. However before she had left she had changed, after all she couldn't go walking around in her attire she normally wore. The face paint was gone along with everything else. Now stood what seemed to be an entirely different woman. Her hair hung past her shoulders, and she wore a rather snug black t-shirt with tight fitting jeans. She wore a pair of white shoes. The only thing that could possibly give her away were here oddly color eyes which she covered with sunglasses.

"Now to do some scoping around to make sure I can do what I want or have to make revisions," she thought to herself as she walked away from her lair heading to the city and soon blending in with the crowds of people bustling about their day, loving the fact how they were so oblivious to the fact of who was walking with them. Oh how they would scream if they knew they walked by the infamous Scorn, it made her gitty with excitement at the thought but she remained calmed instead and appear like any one of them. As she moved about though she looked around at the signs and imagery. News of Asyr's demise seemed to catch like wildfire and now there were places that were selling tickets to even watch her fall.

"Poor Asyr, all the work you have done for these filthy fools and look where it has gotten you. They all ready have abandoned your side and hunger only to satisfy their own greed. If only you saw the truth," she said to herself as she stood looking at one of the places selling tickets. By chance a child ran into her. If it had been any one over the age of fifteen she would of given them a death glare to scare them off but as she looked down her appearance softened. Despite her cruel and twisted nature their was one thing that Scorn had a soft spot for and that was children. Why could be anyone's guess. Perhaps it was because they were innocent, kept away from the truth until they came of age and then fell into the roles that Scorn hated so much of life and of all people. Or perhaps it was because of the events of her own childhood that made her have a soft spot, knowing that despite some cruelties that are suffered at a young age they were still innocent.

"Oh are you all right," she asked in a tone that very few had ever heard. Before getting an answer though the child's mother came and got him. The mother was going to give an apology but Scorn had shifted her moods again returning to her usual self and gave a glare that scared the woman off.

"That's right run as fast as you can but remember I can catch you and I will when the time comes," Scorn snickered to herself and continued her way down the streets.

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Now what could Scorn be planning in her lair of hers? Something quite foul for sure but what who knows? Yet what a show it will be when she finally shows to the world her lovely new scheme that will go off with quite a bang indeed. XD
Also for those that might wonder this is the normal attire of her gang/henchmen:

Reaper Henchmen

Normal henchmen/thugs


High Ranking henchmen/thugs

And Now You Die!

Scorn finally stood from her chair deciding on what her next move would be. For now she couldn't be bothered with finding Lady Asyr as much as part of he rwished to do so. She would be patient and wait for that moment. She would let others find Lady Asyr for her and when she got the chance, she would snatch Asyr and bring her back to her humble abode. Despite Scorn's psychotic and insane nature, her mind was a rather calculative one.

A grin was on her face as she burst through the doors of her room and came out upon her gang of merry henchmen who were still celebrating."All right boys and girls, enough celebrating we have work to do and I don't mean petty thievery and bank robberies. Oh no with Asyr out of the picture I'll need things done swiftly for my little bash on the town and everything must be perfect. Yes it will be duller without the heroine trying to save the town for who else can stop the one called Scorn, the one who makes even the devil cringe with fear and does not want her. So stop your drinking and get to working or I'll show you why I'm the meanest one of them all."

Without even a blink of hesitation her gang disbanded and got to work as fast as possible, knowing that it was best to remain on Scorn's good side unless they wanted to meet an early end in life. Scorn watched with satisfaction before letting out a sigh."Tis a shame Asyr you might not be here around the holiday season but fear not for I'm going to give you my dear gift early. I'm sure you love it, it is quite a bang!" Scorn said to herself laughing hysterically and walking down the tunnels that were her gang's private home. She imagined it as a mansion but in truth they were nothing more then the abandoned tunnels of old subway and train lines. They had kicked out all the squatters and made it home, now only they knew all the twists and turns to reach the lair of Scorn that resided in the labyrinth of old tunnels.

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Dang I'm trying to do the exact opposite of everyone else by not finding Asyr but that latest post for her is tempting me. It brings a ton of ideas on what could happen if Scorn did find her and how to twist Asyr's vulnerable state to her will and show that the mortal world has never cared about her. Why must I be so tempted? XD

And Now You Die!

Scorn continued her endless torment in her office, now having a gun out and playing a rather intense game of Russian Roulette with herself.

"Do I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger or not?" she asked herself while she pondered on what she would do now. The End was the primary target now yet unless he was stupid, he would have his guard up during this time so it was not going to be a good time to strike at him. No she would have to be patient. She took the gun she had in hand and put it to her head.

"Shall I live or shall I die? Let's find out," she giggled to herself as she pulled the trigger. The gun responded with a click to which Scorn smiled ",Now that's three, now three more to go but I think this time I shall shoot the wall." She pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger again this time though the gun fired with a loud bang, the bullet piercing the wall she was aiming at.

"Guess I get to live," she said with a laugh putting the smoking gun down and spinning in her chair once more, thinking on what to do indeed. Perhaps she could find Asyr herself and kill her. She threw that thought aside, she dare not kill the hero as a mortal it would make her no better then The End. Yet the idea of finding Asyr intrigued her. Maybe now showing her the truth, the truth that she was no different then the one and only Scorn. The world now had their back to her when Asyr needed help the most. All the lives she saved and all they did was let her walk away. How the world didn't seem to care now, and left her to live her final day alone.

"Now you know how sweet Chloe felt," she whispered to herself ",I was the only one there for her, her only friend. Everyone shrugged the sweet girl away despite all her kindness. No one took noticed of her until what her family did to her and I had to protect her." Her voice became a growl remembering that faithful day.

"So you see Asyr, you are both alone yet you aren't for I know the pain of being alone which has made me strong. This is why you can never trust mortals. They will turn their back on you once you are seen of no use or have nothing they want," she said. If someone knew her past they might find it odd how she treated Chloe like another being, when she was Chloe herself. Yet now she called herself Scorn she was still born Chloe. Chloe had been the sweet innocent girl who grew up with an abusive family. With no friends to ask to play with she created Scorn unknowingly, a dark part of her. Some would call Scorn an imaginary friend back then but in truth she was as much of Chloe as Chloe was as much of Scorn. Scorn was more then an imaginary friend but also her powers manifesting their own form within Chloe. When Chloe's will and spirit was shattered that cruel night, was when Scorn picked up the pieces and vowed to always keep Chloe safe and punish the mortal world for what they did to them, how they swept Chloe aside as nothing. Chloe disappeared that day and only Scorn remained.

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Thus now Scorn enters the scene, a conflicted person on Asyr's death. Oh how she hates Asyr but also how she enjoys her. I figured that it would be a bit interesting to say that even push it as far to say that Scorn has some affection for Asyr more then just respect for her foe. That if they weren't on opposite sides of the chess board, perhaps Scorn would go after that affection.

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Scorn sat alone, spinning in her chair, looking intently into the sockets of a skull, a rare frown on her face. Her henchmen were now celebrating the news, that within a day Asyr would be dead. Scorn though felt depressed, a rare emotion from her, a brief moment of normality on her face as she sat in silence and seclusion. Her foe was dying, she should of been thrilled and jumping with joy but instead here she was annoyed and depressed. Despite all the fights that she and Asyr had, Scorn saw Asyr as not only a foe but a dear friend. It was always Scorn's goal to grab the hero's attention with her schemes to have her fight her. No other hero could match Asyr with the personal enjoyment Scorn had for fighting her foe. Scorn didn't see many as equal to her, Asyr was the only exception. A hero who was the best of the best indeed yet didn't let it go all to her head all the time. She was the only hero to outwit her at every turn, even on her most sensational of plans that seemed to have no loopholes.

Thinking back on their past battles she gave a small smile."Ah remember the time where I made you choose who would die: you if you didn't defeat my strongest henchmen, the henchmen in order to prevent my death, or me with a heart monitor attached to the henchmen you were fighting each beat of his heart charging an electric chair where I sat. In the end one of us would die but you found the small loophole and no one died. Putting the henchmen into a cardiac arrest, making me think he was dead and smiling with satisfaction. Only I thought he was dead and once I was gone you made his heart start beating again. Oh how I was mad yet thrilled to meet someone to match my wits," Scorn said to the skull, reminiscing on one of their first fights ",That's when I knew we would be destined to be intertwined. Two sides of the same coin, I'm the ying to your yang. Imagine what we could of done together. But we were fated to battle for eternity, you pouting as I prattled. I wonder if you ever got tired of our game? I know I never got tired."

Scorn stood up Skull still in hand as she walked around the room that was hers, ignoring the loud racket outside the walls of the celebration going on. She went to a wall where her schemes were planned. Most of the stuff on the bored was random gibberish, no sane mind would understand it but to Scorn it was all organized and perfect."Oh how I was looking for this coming winter, I had a special plan. But now it seems that won't happen. I won't be the one to give you an honorable death. I won't be the last thing you see as the life drains for your eyes and I tell you how I felt for you. If only we weren't on opposite sides." A picture of Asyr hung on the wall and Scorn gave the image a slight kiss.

"If only you could know how I felt. Oh we might be foes but you are also a dear friend," she continued looking at the wall ",Now though you shall never know because of that coward." Her smile turned to a face of disgust, her clawed hand holding the skull suddenly turned to a fist and crushed the skull.

"He turned you into one of them. A normal being because he was weak, a coward. He knew he couldn't beat you like you were so he turned you from a god to a mortal. I would of killed you as you were, an honorable warrior and hero death to die in a battle to the death but now you won't ever have that chance because of that snake. Once you are gone his head will be mine as a new play toy. Oh I hate you and want you dead but I also respected you and even loved you. No hero will ever compare to you and it will be a bore once you are gone and my plans are set in motion. Who could ever mach the might and wit of Asyr? Who can match the wit and might of me?" A blood red tear dripped down Scorn's face, as a smile came back on it.

"I might not be able to kill you Asyr but The End should of realized by killing you, he has painted a lovely target on his head like any hero has on theirs. I know I won't be the only one gunning for his head but as I go after his, any hero or villian in my path shall be crushed. That I promise you my dear love Asyr."

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I added two images to my bio. One for Scorn's face the other is the Reaper logo.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Montana continued to wander around the ship, not running into any other freelancers as he waited to be called down to the med bay. When it seemed like he was about to crack and had to hit something was when his name was finall call, saving whoever was going to have to face his impatience.

"Agent Montana, report to the Medical Bay for your procedure."

"About damn time," he said gruffly as he made his way down more hallways and shoving past several people who rather then protest, just tried to stay clear of his path. Upon reaching the med bay, he saw it to be rather crowded, filled with several white suited men and women. When some seemed to notice his arrival, he was ushered off to the side, and in annoyance he complied. He was led off to another room where he was forced into signing his name on a few papers which he did, rather then keep on having to deal with these people. If he had to hear them tell him to hurry and write his name once more he was going to throw one of them across the room.

For a brief few minutes after signing his name he was left alone, and told to remove his helmet, which he did, revealing his face which shockingly didn't look as bad as some thought for how he acted and always kept his helmet on. He merely preferred keeping his identity to himself. Shortly the white suited people returned with a cup of pills and water. He ignored the water and down the pills, just hoping this procedure was going to happen shortly. It didn't take long for the pills kicked in, voices became distant and his vision slowly blurred and faded out into absolute nothingness, until darkness remained.

He awoke what felt like seconds later to him within his own room, a mind splitting headache accompanying his awakening."Oh what the hell did they do to me, feels like I was punched by a building," he grumbled.

If that knocks you down, you are weak, a gruff and agitated voice said startling him to full alertness.
"Who said that?" he questioned and was greeted by a small gray AI.
I did, I am Omega, the AI said still with the same voice of agitation. His form was gray and black in color with a hazy effect, like smoke has to it, the AI seemed to wear an EVA helmet, with a security (left shoulder) and grenadier (right shoulder) shoulder piece, a grenadier V2 chest piece, and air assault knee pads.

"All right, Omega, so what's your deal? What do you do?" Montana asked with the same agitation in his voice looking straight at the AI
I enhance your strength and hand to hand combat techniques along with your weapon capabilities and skills, Omega stated as fact ,I'm also to instruct you of rules the Director has. With that the AI went on about the specifics on what was expected with the AI and other rules to follow.
"Well that's a lot of stuff to remember but I hope the director knows that on the battlefield there are no rules," Montana said a smirk on his face as he grabbed his helmet ",This will be an interesting partnership."

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Scorn

Name:
Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Appearance:




Side:
Villian

Personality:
She's a deranged psychopath that enjoys watching others suffer. She has no love for normal people, in fact she would rather watch them all suffer under her powers as well as those who stand in her way. Her main goal though as she came upon the scene was to take down HER with her bare hands and watch the life drain from her eyes.

Biography:
Before her powers, Chloe had been a good girl, a kind person who was shy and timid around most people. No one ever bothered her or asked why she had bruises on herself since she had always been such a kind person, why would anyone harm her. No one knew her home life. She was raised by a neglectful and abusive father and mother. Her mother wasn't even her real mother, her father had had a drinking problem for most of his life and had a child with another woman who left Chloe on his doorstep. He would of gotten rid of her, if the woman he hadn't been a part of a dangerous gang and she hadn't left a letter saying if he dared got rid of the child his head would be cut off.
Of course this made tension between her father and step-mother who hated Chloe, only raising her because of the fear of what would happen if they didn't. Despite that though, they beat her and treated her as if she was garbage yet it never made a dent in Chloe's kind nature. She always tried to look at the light of things. Her parents might of been drug addicted, drunks who hated her but she led a happy life, she might of not had many friends but those she did have she loved them like they were her family. It wasn't until one tragic event that pushed Chloe over the edge and ended that precious life and reborn her as a cruel and psychopathic killer. That event that would spawn her new persona, Scorn.
Her father had been drunk and probably high at the same time but he forced himself upon her, which led her kind self to die, finally unable to hold back the truth, the truth that her life was a dark one, a cruel one. That the only thing that comes from being raised by two monsters, is an even greater and deadly monster. Scorn was born and she hatched a plan to get her revenge after fifteen years of neglect and abuse. She drugged her parents one night and when they awoke both were tied up in chairs facing one another, and hooked up to an impressive work of a hand made contraption that would have them kill each other. The fear that Scorn saw in their eyes made her smile and laugh. Oh how she tormented them, causing them pain and suffering like they had to her before she allowed them death. First her wicked step-mother who she had made her father slit her throat, and then through this end, allowed him to see the device work in motion as a Rube Goldberg machine made its rounds where in the end a gun would eventually kill him. When cops finally arrived on the scene, they only saw Scorn laughing hysterically and repeating the words 'I WIN!' over and over again while a house was ablaze behind her.
She would plead insanity and with the evidence that it was true she was abused and her parents had a record, the courts would agree with that assumption and sent her to an asylum upstate. Here she would cause even more chaos. She became the most insane person they had there and was kept in twenty-four hour lock-down. She remained in lock-down for three years before her powers manifested at the age of eighteen. She went on a rampage, causing more death in the Asylum and mayhem. It took nearly a month before the D.U.P. finally caught her and by then the damage was done. The Asylum was burned to the ground, countless dead and millions in damages, with Scorn disappearing without a trace.
For a year she was out of the spotlight, until coming back onto the scene, this time leading a group of people that went by the name of the Reapers. For a time they were on top where they set up base until SHE came and battled Scorn. What Scorn lacked in strength compared to her, Scorn made up with wits, enjoying toying with HER, like a cat sometimes does with a mouse. Despite everything Scorn did though SHE always won, with Scorn having to make a retreat into the shadows.
With the news of the hero of heroes about to die, Scorn has conflicted emotions. She's thrilled on one side, now no one was in her way for her plans of destruction and chaos yet she does not want the hero of heroes to die such a death. Scorn wanted her death to be by her hands, in a battle to the deaths, an honorable death it would be for such a person to go toe to toe with Scorn.
Power:
Shadow Manipulation

Power Abilities:
Teleportation- Being able to use shadows as a means to go between distance though she can't go super far this way, mostly used for means of getting behind an opponent that she's facing to surprise them. Can also be used to gain access to tall building tops, a quick way to scale large structures and get around swiftly at times if there are lots of shadows around.

Shadow shot- a concentrated shot of darkness that does some damage to her opponent, can be focused to do increased damage.

Shadow Rocket- Shoots a ball of darkness made from shadows that are around her. Explodes on impact surrounding the person in darkness as well as doing quite a bit of damage but costs quite a bit of her energy.

Shadow beast/Shadow camouflage- able to create a beast, more commonly the shape of a rather large dog, or in myth what is called a hellhound and have it appear when she uses Shadow camouflage, a form of distraction basically. While she camouflage's into the shadows the beast appears to distract her enemies as she either slips away or gets a better advantage.

Shadow grenade- A densely packed ball of shadows used as a means of blinding her opponents, it doesn't do much damage but rather temporarily blinds them allowing her to strike quick and fast with another attack while they are blinded.

The Queen of Shadows- This is her ultimate move. She engulfs herself in shadows her powers increasing in strength. However she only does this when truly enraged and insane. It's basically what her powers are personified.


Other:
She has haemolacria, a rare condition where rather then crying tears, she cries blood. It was from her abusive parents that she got this.

The Reaper Logo (ignore the words on either side of the logo though):


SCORN'S REACTION TO THE DEATH OF THE HERO:
Scorn sat alone in her command center, a skull in one hand and staring into the sockets of where eyes would reside. The death of the hero had risen all her henchmen's spirits and she had joined in the celebration but when they left her usual twisted grin turned to a rare frown on her face. Her only friend in the world was dying, and it wasn't by her own hand. All the times they fought despite all the words exchanged, it was those moments that made her scheming all the more thrilling to her.

"Oh how I thought we were always two sides of the same coin. You were the yang to my ying," Scorn said softly to the skull ",I wanted to see your own end by my hand. We were opposites but the same. I always wondered if you would ever tire of our game? How I prattled and you pouted but we were in a never ending battle of wits and bronze. Now you will die with no honor all because of that end character." With that all of a sudden she crushed the skull in her hand, turning it to dust and small pieces that fell to the ground with a clatter. She stood up and walked over to a board that was where she made her plans of destruction, with a face of disgust from mentioning The End. Oh how she loathed him for what he did to her mortal foe and friend.

"We might never fight again, but despite everything we stood against, one thing I will do for you my dear friend and foe," she whispered ",I might not be able to kill you but I will make it my goal to destroy The End and show how you properly end a hero's life. Not through cowardly tactics but honorable ones." With that a single blood red tear stained Scorn's face and her signature twisted, evil grin returned to her face ",I will make his skull my new play toy. He will pay for killing you in such a cowardly way." She began laughing hysterically, the sounds of her laugh echoing off the walls around her.