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"I’ll burn every rule of creation until it learns what loss truly costs."
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Wanda Maximoff
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Gotham     

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◼ Chaos Weaving
Wanda can manipulate the unseen threads that bind cause and effect. Her hexes can warp the likely and the impossible, turning misfortune to inevitability. Once, she could reshape universes with this gift, now it fractures with use, bleeding through the seems of realities.
◼ Reality Distortion
Her master of reality remains. It is diminished and volatile, but terrifying. She can bend the world’s rules for brief moments. Rewriting wounds to unbroken flesh, twisting smoke to stone, dissolving and crafting illusions. Her control falters the longer she sustains it, every act of rewriting buttons her focus and memories.
◼ Sorcery
Her magic is emotional resonance made manifest. Wanda feels emotions like weather. Grief, rage, and love can all be amplified, suppressed, or reflected through her power. She can draw strength from pain, or spread calm but it is Gotham’s constant despair that often overwhelms her. When her heart breaks, the lights of the city flicker.
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◼ Arcane Knowledge
From Sokovian witchcraft to incantations, to the forbidden lore of the Darkhold. Wanda can sense enchantments, decipher sigils, and read magic like a language. Her understanding is entirely instinctual.
◼ Intuition
Wanda can read people like tarot. Every movement, motion, word, tone, and silence becomes a card in her spread. Useful for surviving Gotham’s liars and predators…
◼ Survival
Wanda hides in plain sight now and can move unseen, blend into crowds, and mask her energy signature.
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 T H E   S T O R Y   S O   F A R...
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Five years ago, Wanda Maximoff was an Avenger; a hero and symbol of second chances. The world called her the Scarlet Witch, writer and rewriter of reality and destiny. She fought alongside gods and soldiers and built a life from the chaos and ruin of her past and for a time it was good. She had a home. She had her children. Two bright souls that were born of hope and magic and the proof that love could outwit and defeat loss.

And then one day, her children were simply gone.

This grief hollowed her. It was a level of pain that had before been unknown, it tore and shredded her apart until all she could do was search and scramble and claw at the very seams of reality for answers until she found them bound in the Darkhold. This sentient grimoire whispered to her of power and absolution, and finally, sang songs of the promise of reunion. It became her closest companion and she held the book until it held her, each page staining her heart darker until even her dreams bled in ink, the last spell she ever spoke should have opened the door to her children, and instead, it tore a hole through creation itself.

Wanda was devoured by the wound and the rip consumed her reality and tore her from the life she knew. The life she had built. Through blinding and holy light and hellish silence; everything she’d ever been, all that she would be she was dragged through reality and unreality. Finally, she landed beneath a discordant broken sky and above the jaws of skyscrapers built like teeth. Gotham. This was her purgatory, the liminal space between worlds, her suspended existence. The holding place for the weakened Scarlet Witch.

Stripped of the Darkhold, and half of her power having been consumed by the spell itself and her fall through realities, Wanda had to learn to be again. With what little she could do, she set up in Old Gotham as a fortune teller selling charms, hexes, all the while, shrinking herself to figure out her surroundings. Faces she once knew existed here, but never as she remembered them. They were all merely reflections now warped by this world’s logic. 

The longer that Wanda remains in Gotham the more the remaining memories of her old life fade. The only memory that holds complete clarity is the weight of her children in her arms and the cacophonous silence that followed their loss. The unending pain of a hole in her heart, the complete absence of the love that was enough to outwit loss. The scream that follows her and rings through her ears even now. It is all that keeps her going.

The pulse of her old sin still lives on and the echo of the Darkhold continues to call for her from this reality’s soil and still she hunts for it relentlessly, slipping between cults and cabals, trading truths for rumours. Some nights, the fog of Gotham turns red and reality bends to her grief; other nights she is simply a tired woman reading tarot and palms.

Her powers burn differently here in fractured and raw states. Tempered with regret, she pulls and bends at probability in whispers and reshapes fates with a glance. The criminals of Gotham call her the Red Widow but those who have met her up close and survived her, see something holier and far more human. A mother who is lost between worlds, who refuses to give up.

The Darkhold lies somewhere in her grim new world, perhaps bound to the same evils that keep Gotham alive, and despite swearing she would never open a door again, every night she dreams of the one that leads home.

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Go big or go home. Get Wanda home.

I want to write Wanda because I’ve never taken such a big character into a roleplay, and I feel like I can do her the justice that Sam Raimi could not (She’s not a monster, she’s a mother, guys). (To be fair that bar is in hell, actually.)

My favourite Marvel character, for many reasons, in my hands. I’m a super collaborative writer and I’m hoping to bring her into many plots. The reason for setting her up in Gotham is to have her break free of an emotional and moral limbo and redeem herself and find salvation, and eventually, a way back to her children. Wanda, as “Red Widow” must find her way through this purgatory and reclaim her power and title through heroism.
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