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-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Cassowarysaur said
Just ignore Shinobi, guys. It's not like he just free-ran across half of New Tokyo's skyline.

Mother is not even outside :p

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Leon5431 said
AHHHH

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I maaaaay be interested in this. Maybe just a tiny bit! A tiny sliver of interest that might be watered and might grow if I'm allowed to use one old character of mine :p

P.S: I am interested :p

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-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

having walked for minutes with the young child, the figure slowly came to a stop in front of a humble apartment building. The building's lights were all off, not a very encouraging sign, but the child was getting tired of walking, and a tired child was not good enough for her. So, calmly, the figure turned towards the child and spoke in a soft, young tone.

"You may call me Mother, my daughter. I'll get us a place where you can rest your beautiful blue eyes, understood?" She told the girl and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the building's front door.

"Okay, Mother. I'm Annie." The girl mentioned, receiving no acknowledgement from Mother whatsoever.

As soon as they had gotten in reach, Mother pressed the janitor's intercom button. "Excuse me, sir, my daughter and I need a place to sleep at for the night. Would you happen to have a spare room that we could borrow?" She asked nicely, making sure that she was facing the security camera as she did so. Her thick shadows, after all, covered her true appearance. After a minute of silence, a deep and rough voice was heard coming from the intercom.

"Come in."

And once the door slid open, they walked in, to meet a man aiming a shotgun right at them. Naturally, Annie hid herself behind Mother, and the cloaked woman merely tilted her head at the man, while she focused her cursed energy into the palms of her hands, just in case. The man, though, quickly stood down and nodded when she saw the cowering girl. "That girl of yours surely looks like she needs to relax for a while. Right this way, dear." He motioned to the girl, smiling.

Soon enough, they had settled down in a small room with a single equally small bed meant for one visitor. They had been given food and offered clothes, of course only Annie had taken the clothes, as it appeared that the kind man also had a young daughter. After tucking Annie in and hugging her good night, Mother headed for the desk in the room and, with a wave of her arm, made a worn out Grimoire appear onto it. She sat down on the desk chair and opened the book, going straight for the section she was interested in.

"Blood Rituals..."

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The quiet and cold evening air accompanied the dull night sky much like a design on a child's blanket. The humble, poor families in the city huddled together for comfort and the buildings all looked long and gray, looming over the lonely streets in which a single dark, cloaked figure walked. The figure was as silent as the sky and as black as the deepest reaches of space. Not a single word came out, the only sound present in the streets being that of her soft footsteps. For minutes, it was all the same. The cloaked figure walked down the streets until she reached a big, heavily deteriorated building. The walls were dirty and some windows were busted.

The figure stopped in front of the building and read the small billboard above the entrance, 'Sunshine's Orphanage'

She stretched her left arm and with a flick of her hand an old, worn violin slowly materialized right into position. She held it down with her jaw and flicked her right hand, this time being a bow which materialized. her fingers dancer for a short moment on the fingerboard, and then she started. Moving the bow up and down slowly, she started playing a slow, sad tune. Minutes passed, and finally she heard the sound of the Orphanage's front door unlocking.

As the door opened, the form of a small girl, holding a teddy bear close to her chest, revealed itself. The girl looked up at the cloaked figure and frowned for a moment, before relaxing her expression and letting tears streak down her face and onto her small, dirty pink pajamas.

Seeing the tears, the figure stopped playing and let the violin disappear into thin air. The figure stretched an extremely pale and bony hand towards the girl, who for a moment hesitated, but after hugging her teddy bear closer to her chest, put her hand in the figure's. Calmly, the figure led the girl away, into the cold, dark streets, tightly holding the sad girl's hand.

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Mother

Real Name:
Lost to the ages, not even she can remember her own name.

Aliases:
Mother.

Good or evil?:
Her intentions are a mystery to all, but her actions are clearly evil in nature.

Age:
She never directly mentions her age, but she's been around for long.

Gender:
Female.

Race:
Human.

Appearance Normal:
(A picture might be too... Uncomfortable for the eyes.) She's a rotting corpse, with flesh sagging wherever it's left and a starved body with skin serving as a thin layer between bone and air. She still has eyes, a light green in colour and permanently open and dry. She strives to never take off her robe.

Appearance Superhero/villian:


The thick, unnatural shadows cast by the hood and robe generally hide any view of her body. The only exception is with the flash of cameras. The cloak also neutralizes any scent related to herself.

Rivals or Friends:
It's always hard to remember faces and names when you've come across so many.

Powers:
- Time has passed, generations have been born and have died, and Mother is still around. Stories of her apparitions vary widely from culture to culture, but they all end the same way... With a brave hero seeking to vanquish her. Most of the stories end in tragedy, but some heroes come back, claiming success in their mission and showing robes as black as a foggy night sky to their families and friends. Apparitions keep happening, with wildly varying spaces of time going by between alleged successes.

- With the aid of her old, trusty Violin, she seems to be able to control people's feelings and cravings to some extent. While she can't make a grieving person suddenly become happy and optimistic, she can alleviate their pain and make them somewhat curious about her, just enough to get them to wish to know more about her. The control lasts for the whole duration she's playing and for an extra couple minutes.

- She is able to concentrate to such levels that she can harness the power of her curse, being able to use it for a set of purposes. One way she uses it is that she can focus her own grief and cursed life essence onto the palm of her hand, which can then be either a) expelled with incredible force in the form of a beam that pushes her target back quite a bit, or b) keep it in her hand and have a deadly touch. Whenever she touches a person on the body while her energy is focused on her palms, the person will be pushed back in a similar manner to the beam, but if she touches their chest right on the heart, they'll temporarily drop dead (the duration of the death changes between a few minutes to a few hours. Rarely does the target stay dead for days and weeks. When the target comes back to life, all life-threatening injuries will have healed.). The other way she uses her curse is by joining the realm of the ethereal with a quickly muttered incantation, which makes her body and cloak intangible and somewhat translucent. She uses this ethereal form to go through walls and sometimes dodge an attack or two. It takes its toll on her, though, and she currently can't do it more than four times without needing to rest.

Weapons/equipments/items:
- Violin.


- An old dagger she never uses, not even when she needs it.


Strength:
- Immortal: She's been around for a long time and has many times returned from death's embrace.

- Wise... In her own kind of way. Direct result of being around for so long.

- A theoretical master of the Arcane.

- She's felt enough pain for several lifetimes, so much pain in fact, that she's lost much feeling. Nothing short of breaking her bones will give her any physical distress.

Weaknesses:
- Immortal: Being around for so long and seeing so many people close to her die has certainly taken a toll on her, and she misses the days that she could just walk on the streets and kiss the ones she loved, even though she ignores such feelings at all times.

- An orphan's blood negates all of her cursed magic, though only Father knows this, and he won't easily tell anyone, since it's the way that she's been vanquished before by heroes long gone. The knowledge has died with them, and it only lives on in Mother and Father.

- Deny her any contact with orphans for long enough and she'll start getting reckless, aggressive and at the same time... Weak and desperate. The longer she goes with no contact to orphans, the less focused she is and therefore, the less magic she can use.

- Her physical numbness can be used against her. For example, she can't feel injections, and venom can still kill her.

Backstory/Personality:
It is said that a long time ago, before the Inquisition and the Burning of Witches, magic used to be harnessed by a very select group of people. These people took up different jobs in society. Some were mediums, others were doctors and others were scientists and scholars, but some... Some tied their magic to the occult rituals of long gone civilizations. Most of them disappeared from the face of the Earth, and the ones that remained resembled monsters and beings who had to do questionable things to survive. Eventually, they lost most of their memories, and with no one to remind them of who they used to be, the ones left behind slowly slipped deeper and deeper into the roles that the world's civilizations expected them to play.

Stories of a cloaked woman stealing children with her enchanted music to never be seen again do exist in many civilizations, even if they're dismissed as myths in the present.

Mother's last apparition was nearly two hundred years ago, which fits with the latest story related to her, which ended in a brave company of soldiers having vanquished her after a village lost nearly all of their children.

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nooo, stay!

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

interest! I'm making a villain as you read this post :p

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Truly, give Coco three bottles of Methanol beer and she'll be as high as if she had gotten, say, a bunch of meth xD