Kingfisher

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I WILL CUT YOU

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Kingfisher @JulienJaden You made another steak stake mistake in that collab.

@DJAtomika

Dude...don't be that guy.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

You guys are missing the obvious choice of Making Killer Moth Supreme Overlady of all creation. She's the only logical choice for combating Thanos.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Made three edits to the collab: One to hint at what Cain will be doing next, one because it's worth explaining how he goes out with a vampire girl in the middle of the day and a last one about a key that is important but somehow, @Kingfisher and I both forgot about it. XD

@JulienJaden

I am perfect, how very dare you.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I'm debating between Dr. Strange and Constantine... Any opinions?

@Archangel89

Constantine because he's Constantine and Constantine is cool. Constantine.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Chloe Van Cleer sat with her long legs spread out across the backseat of the van, listening to the two other thugs bickering as they wound their way down Gotham’s grimey streets, beneath the light of flickering street lamps.

“What are you, six?”

“Yeah, I’m six.Six inches deep in your mom.”

“My mom’s dead, you freak.”

“I promise she wasn’t when I started.”

“I’m two fucking seconds away from snapping your neck, you prissy little lady-boy fuck!”

“Dudes! Chill the fuck out!” Chloe piped up, giving the back of the driver’s chair a firm kick. “At least wait until we’ve got the job done before you start killing each other. I don’t give a fuck what happens once I’m paid.”

“Well, I’m not getting paid enough to work with this bag of dicks.” Fierro grumbled from behind the wheel, his steely eyes fixed on the road.

“You look like you could use a good dicking,” jeered the prissy-looking figure with long eyelashes and a woman’s plump shoulders in the seat next to him “help you loosen up a bit.”

“When the day comes, I’m sure you’ve got a spare one lodged up your ass that you could lend me.”

Tuning out the two gangster’s whining, Chloe caught sight of the tinny blue mini cooper they were on the lookout for.

“Dead ahead, fellas.” she said firmly, pumping her fist against the floor.

“Gotcha.” Fierro nodded, hitting the accelerator, and speeding straight into the back of the car. The vehicles connected with a jagged thud, denting metal and cracking the glass tail lights.

“Rock and roll.”

The two gangsters killed the ignition, unlocking their doors and stepping out into the road, as the driver of the mini leapt out, red in the face and looking ready to curb stomp someone.

“Where did you jokers learn to drive?!” He bellowed, a vein in his forehead bulging.

“Sorry mate, our bad.” Fierro said smoothly, raising his arms in surrender.

“Too right, it's your bad!” He snapped “You better be insured!”

Meanwhile, in the back of the van, Chloe was fastening the straps of her mask over the back of her head, and locking a gas canister into place on her cocoon gun.

She ever-so-gently eased the van’s doors open, clambering down into the road, with her features obscured. She poked her head round the corner of the van.

The target and the goons were all caught up in a heated argument, giving Chloe the perfect vantage point to line up her shot.

She yanked the trigger, and a thick stream of highly concentrated knockout liquid lanced through the air, splattering across the target's face, and putting him to sleep almost instantly. The fumes leaked out into the air around him, and soon the two thugs were swaying, and then passing out and dropping to the floor.

“Sorry, lads,” she muttered from beneath her mask, as she crouched down next to them, pulling a knife from her boots and placing it across the prissy one’s throat “but this way...I become a fuck load richer.”

Shhhhhhhhrrrkkkkkkkk!

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

<Snipped quote by Kingfisher>

No, but I will give you a hint: it's not this one.

@Eddie Brock

You have made a powerful enemy this day.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

@Eddie Brock You better not bloody let slip which castle the Princess is in.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

The Purple Man

A cold, pale fist wrapped against the door.

“H-hello..?” Harry Yeong poked his sweaty head out into the street, regarding the stranger with an odd look, and a slightly out-of-breath demeanor.

“I like your house,” said the Purple Man, plainly “I’m going to be your guest here, indefinitely.”

Harry Yeong’s resolve melted away, as every cell in his body screamed for him to obey the purple man.

“The Wifi passwords on the back of the router.” He said with a smile, stepping back into the well-furnished hallway, and allowing the Purple Man to enter his home.

Kilgrave stepped gracefully passed the asian man, his dark coat tail billowing behind him ever-so-slightly as he swept up the steps and through the door.

“Harry!” screamed a naked woman as she tried to shield herself with a plant pot, dipping in and out of the living room “Why the fuck did you invite him in?!”

“Whose this?” The Purple Man asked Harry Yeong, nodding his head at the naked blonde.

“My next door neighbour’s daughter.” He said with a smile “Her parents and my wife are out of town.”

The blonde woman’s mouth hung open.

“Harry!” she screeched “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Be quiet.” The Purple Man demanded, and she obeyed instantly “let me take a look at you.”

She put the plant pot to one side, and stepped forwards so that Kilgrave could look her up and down.

“Eh, I’ve had better,” He said aloud “this very morning, actually. Nice tits, though. Rather pert.”

He clasped his glove clad hands together, turning to address the pair.

“Right, you two; Out.”

The Purple Man pointed to the door, and they both began to file out into the street.

“Wait!” Come to think of it, the whole ‘no clothes’ thing might attract some unwanted attention. Go and put some clothes on ,you slag, then get out. Find some way to entertain yourself for the next...five hours.”

Kilgrave made his way into the living room, his mud-caked boots leaving blotchy brown stains on the fluffy carpet. He plopped down on the sofa, flicking open Harry Yeong’s laptop.

'5 * dining in my area' he typed into google.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

|Name|

Zebediah Kilgrave AKA The Purple Man

|Alignment|

Neutral Evil

|Affiliation|

Purely Self-Interest

|History|

Zebediah Kilgrave grew up in rural Surrey, as the youngest member of the esteemed Kilgrave family. His earliest years were ones of extreme privilege, but that was all swept away when his father's company went bankrupt. Zebediah spiralled from the upper echelons of society, and straight down to the bottom in the years that followed, leaving him with an unquenchable desire for life's finer commodities.

Kilgrave joined the army to get away from the life he despised, and did two tours of Afghanistan before his cruel cunning and ingenuity was noted by the British Government.

Getting bumped up to the special forces, Kilgrave was sent on an undercover mission to investigate rumours of the Russian Government's so-called "Department X".

Kilgrave was compromised, and his captors subjected him to countless twisted experiments in an attempt to implant him with the meta gene. Kilgrave's mutations did eventually manifest, in the form of pheromones which allowed him to control the minds of those within his immediate radius, for up to 12 hours without contact.

Escape was easy, when all he had to do was ask the guards to let him out, and soon Kilgrave was on the first plane to America.

He's spent several years drifting from place-to-place, taking whatever he wants from whoever he wants, and building his criminal empire.

|Supporting Cast|


This is Kilgrave at his earliest, having just gotten to grip with his powers, and had a few years of fun with them. So far he hasn’t turned any super heroes into super slaves.

|How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?|


I've made a few tweaks to his backstory, but all in all this is a fairly faithful depiction of Kilgrave, combining elements of his print origin story and the one seen in Marvel's Jessica Jones, as well as some content of my own imagining. I've also gone for him being a gentleman who likes to wear the colour purple, instead of a man with purple skin.

|Post References|

Some Villainy

Some time later, Zaiden sat comfortably in his office chair, feet propped nonchalantly up on the desk in front of him.

The first phase of his plan had been put into motion, though he had a great deal more to accomplish before he could start putting nails in the academy’s coffin. He could walk away from this all right now, but those costumed pretenders had undeniably bested him, and would continue to do so if he didn’t mash them into little specks of dust.

The Evening Star would rise again, and wash over the night sky in a tide of blood.

Zaiden leaned forwards, placing one finger firmly on the button which triggered the school-wide intercom.

“Students of Blackwood,” he spoke clearly into the microphone “Welcome! You’ll soon find you every whim catered to, but first you’ll need to prove yourself worthy of such illustrious service. Assemble in the Draculesti Memorial Hall for a….very special presentation.”

Some Monstrosity

September 11th, 1996. Outskirts of Lisburn, Ireland.

“Lediyah’s completely out of control,” Frank Gorman grumbled to his wife, as he sat heavily down at the kitchen table “I think Doctor Accosi was right; she needs to be put in a secure facility.” He scratched away at the stubble on his pointed chin, letting out a slight grunt as his aching bones relaxed back into the shoddy wooden chair.

“But Frank, she’s our daughter!” Jenna Gorman pleaded, her face a quivering mess of sadness and worry “We don’t even know if she’s been suspended, yet.”

“Suspended?!” Frank laughed without the faintest trace of humour“Jenna, she’ll at least have been expelled! We’re fecking lucky that boy’s parents didn’t press charges!”

“I don’t want to lose our baby, Frank…” Jenna muttered softly, her eyes shimmering with a thin layer of water.

“We’re not losing her, my love,” Frank took his wife’s delicate hand, gently caressing her fingers “She’ll be getting help. Once everything's been sorted out she’ll come back and live with us, and things will be just like they used to.”

“Before her...before her powers?” as the words left Jenna Gorman’s lips she looked utterly terrified, as though uttering them would bring down the wrath of every god and demon upon her.

“Aye. Before her powers.”

A cold silence fell over the kitchen.

“I’ll go and wake Marcus, then.” Frank said eventually, heaving his bulky mass out of the chair “I’d suspect he’ll want to say goodbye to his sister.”

Frank Gorman gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek, calmly reassuring her that everything would be okay, before plodding out of the kitchen and making his way up the rickety wooden stairs to his children’s bedrooms.

There’s was a small cottage, with a stretch of field running a dewy green ring around it on either side. It wasn’t the nicest of houses, but Frank had built himself a life here, and these battered stone walls were full of memories.

“Marcus?” Frank called out softly, as he gently tapped the wooden door.

No answer.

“Marcus..?” Once more, louder this time.

Still no answer.

Frank smirked to himself. The boy was probably fast asleep.

He took hold of the dull brass door knob, turning it carefully as he padded calmly into his son’s room.

“Marcus, I-”

Frank stopped dead in his tracks.

There was Marcus. His limp body hung from the ceiling, one of his father’s belts fastened around his neck. His milk pale corpse was covered in bites and scratches, swinging lifelessly from the celling light, but it was the eyes which were most terrifying of all.

His eyes had been gouged out, with only bony sockets, oozing dark worms of blood, left.

“My boy...” He was going to be sick.

Frank rushed forwards, tearing his son down from the ceiling, sending chunks of plaster crashing to the carpeted floor.

“My boy!” Frank wailed, tears streaming down his face, as she clutched tightly at the scarred corpse of his son.

“Frank?!” His wife’s voice called up from downstairs “What’s wrong?!”

“My boy…” he sobbed, his throat hoarse as he ran his hands over the bloodied body of his youngest child.

“My baby!” His wife was in the doorway, then she was beside him, screeching and crying and grabbing at the mangled corpse of Marcus Gorman.

“Mum? Dad?”

Frank turned, his face a mess of tears, to see his daughter standing out on the landing.

She had his pointed features, and her mother’s oval face. Her nose was short and stubby, and blonde hair, so pale that it looked white in the dim lights of the cottage, was swept across her round head.

“Lediyah,” Frank croaked, his voice little more than a whisper “don’t look, baby girl. Don’t look.”

“Do you like my sculpture?”

It was then that Frank saw them.

The eyes of his son, hanging from two pinky red stalks, dangling from his daughter’s hand.

“Oh God, Lediyah!” Jenna Gorman shrieked, recoiling backwards into the darkness of her son’s bedroom, one tear-soaked hand clasped over her mouth.

“You fecking monster!” Frank Gorman roared, bolting out of the room, and charging towards his daughter.

In all his blind fury, he’d forgotten about her powers.

There was a slash of dull white, then Frank stopped in his tracks, and tumbled forwards. Blood was seeping out of searing gash in his hard stomach, staining the carpet red as it poured through his fingers.

“Lediyah-” he gasped, clutching at his new wound as pain raked every cell in his body. His world became a blur, and all that he could think about was the twisting pain where his daughter’s claws hand torn through his flesh.

The blonde girl stood over him, regarding her father with a look of grim curiosity, a twinkle in her pale eyes and a sharp grin on her lips.Where her finger nails had been, was now a set of long, pointed claws, sharp and hooked, with a slight reddish hue, like those of a cat.

She smiled at him, flashing rows of elongated fangs. They were far too big for her mouth as they burst out of her small pink gums.

He felt another spasm of pain as she sunk her claws into his belly, wrenching it open in a splatter of dark red blood.

His was in that black, wet place beyond pain by now, but he could faintly hear his wife screaming as his eyes fluttered shut, and his daughter started biting through his side.

*

Present Day. Santa Somabra, West Coast of the United States of America.

“ We are not your kind of people. Speak a different language. We see through your lies. We are not your kind of people. Won't be cast as demons. Creatures you despise.

Lediyah’s voice was soft and sweet as she sung smoothly from behind the old timey microphone stand, her lithe figure bound up in a shoulderless dress, red like freshly spilled blood.

The song ended. The music died. The Audience applauded.

The Irish girl made her way carefully down the stage steps, wearing a pristine pair of high heels.

She smiled politely as she made her way through the crowd, shooting the odd wink to the occasional customer.

Miller’s Jazz club was one of her favorite places to sing, with its authentic decor and lush red sofas. Soft lights, not too bright and not too dark, hung from the ceiling, and the smell of sizzling meat drifted in from the kitchen.

A saxophone player had set up on stage now, providing a mellow blues backing track.

“Evenin’, Welles.” Lediyah smiled as she strode over to the bar, nodding politely at the grey-bearded, suit vest-wearing, bartender who stood behind the counter.

“Evening, Lediyah.” Welles gave her a big warm grin, leaning in and resting his elbows on the counter, whilst the Irish girl swung her long legs over a bar stool.

“The usual, please.”

Welles frowned. “You know the boss don’t like me serving that stuff to non-vamps.”

Lediyah leant forwards, flashing a toothy grin.

“I bring in half the bosses revenue. I’m sure you can run the risk.”

She gently bit her lip, fluttering her soft eyelashes.

“I promise I won’t squeal.” She placed one long finger on her left breast, tracing an invisible cross.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Her light Irish accent laced her words, only adding to her charm.

Welles shook his head, laughing to himself.

“The usual, coming right up.”

He ducked down beneath the counter, and when he returned he placed a pint glass full of a thick, dark red liquid in front of her.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She took a long swig, necking a healthy guzzle of the sweet tasting concoction.

“Oh, the boss left this for you.” Welles reached into his suit trouser pocket, pulling out a thin white note, which he slid across to her.

Her interest piqued, Lediyah unfolded the crisp piece of paper with her delicate fingers.



“Dearest Lediyah.

I wish to hire your services. My little birds think there might be an informant tampering with our operations. I have nothing solid to go on, but it's worth investigating. I wouldn’t waste your time on something so trivial, but you’re the only agent I have who operates with such refined discretion.

The target’s name is Valorie Pierce.

Kind Regards.

The Alchemist.”


Lediyah carefully folded the note, grinning to herself.

“Looks like I’m clocking in early, Welles. Send the boss my love.”