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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace

I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)

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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.

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@FallenreaperBest I can figure is she has to be localized in a non-established city, working on sticking her nose in an established one. I haven't decided which one would be best. I haven't even thought about it to be honest. Because last time I checked there were two options... and now it's ballooned out from here.

So tl;dr... IDK. D:
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It can be used for your first post.

Poop.
I guess I should mention, now that I've moved all the easy stuff over to the official CS, that if anyone wants to work with Ginny that directly effects her origins or anything (as pertaining to season 2), now would be the time to say something. If not I'll be setting her up as completely solo act for the time being that's trying to encroach onto other people's territories.


Current status: All that's left to do is rewrite her origins, think up a supporting cast AND a sample post.

Q about the sample post. Does it have to be a completely new work? Or can I use prior works? If yes to the first, can it also double as a first post? If yes to the second, awesome.
What's this? I posted?



Unfortunately I'm now dead tired. I'm hoping that I'll still be feeling OK tomorrow long enough to work on Cap since it's obviously not happening today.

Chicago

Ivy's grip around David's mother's arm was tight enough to leave a bruise. The woman failed to protest the fact. Her pupils were dilated and her steps were uncoordinated. Under any other circumstance Ivy would have felt something akin to guilt over abusing someone just because. But this woman had aided David and David had hurt Sarah. As far as Ivy was concerned she was being nice to the woman.

Ivy practically dragged the older woman down the street. When she felt they had gone far enough to not recall the police's attention she finally came to a stop. The redhead tugged on Mrs. Lester's arm and swung her against the nearest wall. The alley smelt like refuse. Being in a sketchy part of town no one would stop for the old woman though. Ivy was sure of that. Humans didn't care about anyone but themselves.

"David's friends. Where are they?" Ivy's mind was a one track record. The drive to find Sarah had shattered her earlier calm. Her old rage was barely contained, scratching at her vainer of civilization.

The old woman just stared at Ivy, her glossy eyes not even focusing.

"Shit." Ivy released her grip on the woman and ran both hands through her hair. Had she blasted the woman silly? Was her mind damaged? Or was she just really high? Ivy cut off all her pheromones and slapped the woman hard about the face. Maybe she should have paid more attention during her biology classes when they talked about human biology, rather than plant.

The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh died quickly, but seemed to echo in Ivy's ears. Was David even know hitting Sarah like Ivy was hitting his mother? The thought cause Ivy to bear her teeth at the old woman she she began to blink slightly bemused.

"Speak!" Ivy raised her hand for another blow. At the motion something flickered across the older woman's face. Comprehension? Whatever it was caused the woman to hunch slightly and whimper. The motion eased Ivy a little. The woman could still be reduced to a mindless animal, but there was a change the theoretical damage Ivy had done was reversible. Or at least could wear off.

"David." Ivy repeated as calmly as was possible. "Where does he and his friends go?"

It took six more times of repeating the question for Ivy to get a coherent response from the older woman. "West Polk Street." And "I don't know the address. It's a church."

Ivy inhaled and gathered just the right pheromone amount she knew would knock the older woman unconscious and without memory of the past two days. She wanted to kill the woman then and there, but it would attract far too much attention to her. And when she got Sarah away from David she really didn't need the police trying to track her down. So wiping the woman's memory was her best option. Even if it sat like a bitter root in her mouth.

"Sleep Devil. It's better than you deserve." Ivy watched the woman's eyes flutter close and collapse to the dirty pavement. Polk street. Ivy wasn't familiar with the town. She'd have to ask for directions.

Happily she was able to get directions only a short while later. The church itself was only a twenty minute walk from where she was. During the walk she went back over the day's events. Starting with Paul and Lily, moving onto the dead boy and the events at David's apartment. By the time she reached the church she actually felt in control for the first time since she returned from Poland. David wasn't going to get away this time. This time she'd rip him into tiny pieces and feed them to her plants.

Ivy nudged off her shoes and stepped of the sidewalk into the overgrown garden in front of the abandoned church. Surprisingly most of the stained glass was intact. The stone siding was even relatively clean. The building had a certain majesty to it that no even the vandals had touched.

Ivy wiggled her toes as she rolled her shoulders. At the touch all the scraggly weeds perked right up. Their life eagerly lapping up the drops of her own she passed out. She reached out for the strongest plants. The trees and the vines and focused on them. As she did so she casually walked around the building, stopping by a side door.

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards into a smile. Subtle usually wasn't her style. But for Sarah she'd do anything. Even play nice. (Well, as nice as she could.) Without much fanfare ivy began to grow over the walls towards the door. There was a creaking groan as stone slabs shifted from invading tree roots. Then.

BAM!

The old wooden door splintered and exploded. Ivy dodged a particularity large piece of wood and stepped carefully over the twisted threshold into a cool dark of the church.
@Morden Man you'll get my Hulk tomorrow, and maybe even a Colossus if (hopefully) @Blue Demon is feeling better.

though for now, all my work on a psychology report about sleep, I must sleep.

Feeling better? Nope. Writing yes. :D
Ginny is a character I have historically run in casual. Obviously to bump her up to par for this RP I'd have to flesh out her history, her organization and minions. However I do believe everything else about her is at least good enough for the GMs to take a gander and see if there's anything I might have to change. I'll also be working on converting her over to the proper CS format. (Always a pain. Sighs)


I also have this:
But I've kind of stalled on her. Which is why I'm brushing off Ginny.
Fine. You guys suck. :P I'll post here (after work) a character I want to reuse for everyone's viewing pleasure.
@Lord WraithHe's just using you to solicit interest in his RPs. Stop aiding him.

On another note. I'm feeling much better today so @sep anticipate a pm in a few hours once I get home from work.
@Blue Demon how goes it?


Not great. I'm curled up on the sofa in pain. :( I still want to try and send you Ivy though. Because I feel really bad about the delay.
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