Stormyx

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

I will look to get a post each for Wanda and Emma in the next couple of days.
It's been a week for me, so, I haven't kept up with this OOC.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T

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𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤

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“You know what the world does to women like me, Scott,” Emma Frost spoke. Her voice was low but carried like a knell in the quiet as her hands pressed firmly to the dressing table; the entire room had the scent of their life together and her silken garments clung to her frame like armour. She was a terrible beauty then in the half-light that poured in from outside. She had become a cold geography of herself. Carved by sleepless nights; rage clinging to her. “They see what their eyes see and nothing more than that. Nothing more beyond that. They admire the shine. Never the cost.”

She turned and paced away. “And then when I am clever, I am conniving. When I am strong, I am cruel. When I lead, I am dangerous.” The room dimmed and everything shimmered beneath her skin, all restless and electric with nowhere but one place to strike. Her head turned and a glacial stare met Scott Summers. “Don't you dare look at me now like I’m a fucking problem to solve.”

“Emma,” Scott breathed out with an exhaustion – his own patience, a now ragged spiral that was circling down and down and yet he held on to his better thoughts. “You didn’t just cross a line here. You obliterated one, and you’re spiraling, this isn’t you–”

She turned so quickly that the light seemed to recoil with a lash of her white silk and the sound of heels striking the hardwood. "Oh yes." Her once beautiful eyes were then radiant with a turbulent clarity and she closed the distance between them both. “It’s exactly who I am, Scott.” For a moment she wore a thin and terrible crescent of a smile as her jaw clenched. “You know it is. You used to like it.”

Scott tensed in response, but reached forward to place his hand on her shoulder only for her to pull away violently. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed and paced restlessly again. “You loved us. Loved this room. Only loved who I was here. Calm Emma. Quiet Emma.” She took in a long breath and found herself at the window, staring out and below. “You want to lecture me?” she sighed, her words threaded through with a mocking tone. “About what I did? The consequences? Your rules? Go for it.”

From the other side of the room, worlds away, Scott’s face hardened to a restraint. “You killed a man.”

There was a long stretch of silence where neither of them looked at each other as the words just continued to fall around them, weightless and heavy both. Waiting to find a surface to collide to.

Eventually, she whispered out. “Oh honey, You think that’s the whole truth?” Her bitterness soaked around her until every aspect of her countenance was coated in all of it. A woman defending herself to the end. “You only think you know what I had to do.” Her eyes glistened. “I did it to save her.” Emma stood rigid at the window as her shoulders heaved to hold her upright and Scott shifted toward her.

To his wife.

It was a single step at first but he continued to her. He watched her hands press cloyingly to the fabric of her dress to clutch at it like it had become her last tether to the earth. He saw the tightening in her jaw. Her every emotional restraint as it moved like a maelstrom beneath the surface. His own grief softened the angles of his face and he reached out again. “Please Emma,” this time his words came soft and he whispered her name as if the balm of softness would aid the wound he was trying to heal with his bare hands.

“Don’t.” A serrated and hauntingly raw warning from pursed lips. “Don’t you dare come closer to me.” And he stopped. Halted completely mid step and a breath was held as his chest tightened. He stared back at her with a flickering pain and confusion; willing for the part of him that never backed down to continue.

“If you get any closer to me Scott,” she whispered back to him dangerously. Her features sharpened like a blade as the clenching of her jaw brought the diamond form uncontrollably to the surface. “Then I will tear the memory of your touch out of my own mind. And I’ll rip every memory of myself from you and I will burn them.” This wound would not close, not with Emma willingly stabbing at it still.

“I killed a man to save her.” The words were torn out of her like something she’d been keeping jammed between her ribs. “Do you understand that, Scott? Yeah. I waded into filth and horror and I did it gladly because her life was worth it to me. And here you are, drawing your moral lines and telling me I crossed them.” It was only then that she stepped to him and her eyes burned with grief that was disguising itself as fury.

“And she still died,” she continued. Her voice had bent into something that sounded cruel as the truth cracked through. “So don’t you dare come in here to scold me for this. Not now.” She gave a laugh that was a low and venomous half sob. “I’m the only one of us willing to make these calls. You just want me to be palatable. You would have me keep my hands tied behind my back. Is that who you married? Please.”

It was like watching a star collapse. All light and violence and inevitability and Scott could only watch it happen. Emma was never more beautiful than when she was furious because her fury was the last veil she wore before completely breaking and tonight, in their bedroom he saw it all. The same woman that would lie beside him with confidence and love was shaking under the weight of her own grief. That same grief spilled out in shards too sharp for him to hold and she twisted her words into knives that slipped to the parts of him that were the easiest to wound and God help him that he couldn’t just hold her.

That she wouldn’t just let him hold her.

She was made all of anger and malice, and still all he could see was every tremble in her breath and the way she swallowed back every sob, still, conquering all. Even her own emotions.

“You think me to have all the tools for greatness but you would have never done what I did Scott, and good for you. You wouldn’t. That’s why I did. That’s why I do. The voices of my better angels are always drowned out by my need to win.”

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𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪

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Now

Krakoa had not been built by Emma Frost's hands; but it was her willingness to believe in it that helped it thrived. Others more important and powerful than her had forged the treaties and coaxed the living earth into form. It was others that had bargained with something more ancient than language but it was Emma who had brought something rarer. The audacity to imagine a future where mutants thrived.

Sitting on the council had provided her with a strange absolution that she couldn't have imagined and she would never admit that out loud, like many things. Each decision and judgement that passed over the island's fate drew her with singular steps further from the woman she had been. Krakoa had demanded she rise above wreckage and find her purpose among the living architecture and careful balance of power.

The blood on her hands had not, and would not vanish. It just dried. Became part of the grain of her resolve and the island did not recoil from it or judge her for it. She spent her mornings walking its bioluminescent paths as if reacquainting herself with a world she'd dreamed of in secret once. She would descend from her balcony each day and make her way through the living wood of the habitat and enjoy the way morning light would spill over the island in soft golds and greens. She would breath in the air that hummed with mutant life. She had no urgency anymore and would let her gaze drift to watch the mutants race along the surf in groups together, and observe those that gathered in communal gardens between lessons. She watched it all. They were not her children, but they were all her children and as they each leaned into the sun, they planned their futures. They finally planned their futures.

Emma Frost smiled.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

I was walking across a bridge the other day and my favourite cap blew off my head and into the river, and the next day I was driving to get my haircut and my exhaust randomly fell off my car if it wasn't so ridiculous I think I'd be more upset!

@Half Pint

Got an actual lol out of me

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Me to myself:



Phoning it in for Fan-service Frost Monday.

I am afterall, just a girl

is this out of character for MM/DD? don't care.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

My Hider

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Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T

^{"I will teach you to survive this world, even if it never deserves you."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Emma Frost _________________________________________________________ 35 | Divorced _________________________________________________________ Mutant Quiet Council | American - Krakoa A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Mutant Quiet Council - Members include; Krakoa, Storm, Nightcrawler, Kitty Pryde, Hope Summers, Cypher, Mystique - (4 spots remain for potential PC). Professor X and Magneto as Founding, but shadow members. Scott Summers - Ex-Husband A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBC - TBC - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 1.01 - What Was/What Is 1.02 - Claim/Reclaim 1.03 - Fold, Carl 1.04 - Hopeful Fool 1.05 - Tempranillo 1.06 - The Knife 2.05 - Hellblazer Vol 2 Part 5 (Guest) -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ You know my story, or at least the parts that people enjoy repeating. Heiress of Frost Industries, young billionaire, former White Queen of the Hellfire Club until Sebastian Shaw learned what it felt like to lose to a woman he underestimated. Sometimes I'm a villain and sometimes I'm a cautionary tale. A Hero though? Never. God that's just embarrassing. But. Protecting mutant children has always been more important to me than preserving my pride, you see. My battle lines crossed those of the X Men and you know what happened with Scott and I. Yes we were married; you saw the photographs on the cover of every magazine. We didn't last. We had four good years. Fighting beside the X Men, X Factor, and every damn lost caused that seemed to be worth bleeding for. I taught my students everything, they taught me how to soften the razor-edge of my ambition. They are the reason I never stayed a villain. Krakoa was born from necessity, not idealism. Charles had the revelation, Erik had the conviction, and Moira had the impossible knowledge. I came with infrastructure, diplomacy, culture... The ability to make the world believe in us and together we shaped a nation for mutants because it's not like anyone else was ever going to. It's been two years now and I still hold my seat on the Quiet Council and this responsibility is the only gown that ever fit me properly. Our island... Our home thrives but danger never sleeps now does it? Somewhere in the dark something is preparing to test us again. I've rebuilt myself more times that I'd ever care to admit, I've worn so many masks that sometimes I wonder where my true face is beneath everything I've done and seen. One thing I do know though is exactly what I am capable of, and that nobody will take this home from us. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I wanted to take a character who feels probably overlooked in roleplays like this (and why? she's so powerful!!) and give her the story and spotlight she deserves. Plots for Emma will include protecting her mutant students, and the interests of Krakoa and mutants in general. I feel there is opportunity for conflict with Emma as she's always going to put mutants first when faced with difficult choices and that might provide some interesting tension through the game. A powerful, Omega-Level potential Telepath has huge story impact too for collaboration and crossing over into other character stories. I really look forward to bringing her wit, elegance, and power to the roleplay. Having her a really high level provides great opportunity to stand alongside some of the bigger heroes too. While she is not the "leader" of mutants, having her as a council member means she's definitely up there but leaves room for other players to jump in as mutants at any level they so wish - be it small and early on, or mature and leader like. I've also gone with the Krakoan era of X Men/Mutant kind - to play with a setting that is fresh but gives a really solid launching pad for players from this universe that can contend with big settings from other comics etc, sort of like how Thor has Asgard etc. Giving them the living, breathing island which is also an offshoot of The Green. An interconnected ancient avatar with the X Gene that has become this home.

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^{"I hate this awful place and these ugly, repressed people"___}

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Not that my opinion means much as I am effectively on the way out of the RP; but there is such a massive enough roster of characters do we need to be adding more PCs to the list? I would say just continue to write in IC and establish storylines and get those on the page with consistency before the thought becomes adding more and more new things.

EDIT: Also, no sultry Sunday today. I have been wrapped up in another RP and am over the writing today as the next Emma installment will be pretty big, but I'll aim for tomorrow. 6 Emma posts left, 5 Wanda at this stage.

Fantasy Writer Here!

Welcome to the Guild, Buggie! :)

Hopefully you can find some of the things you're looking for. As a reference, The Guild does have a Dice that can be used here.

Storm's Vault

Emma Frost - Krakoa

E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T

^{"I will teach you to survive this world, even if it never deserves you."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Emma Frost _________________________________________________________ 35 | It's Complicated _________________________________________________________ Mutant Quiet Council | Krakoa N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Telepathy ◼ Diamond Form ◼ Psychic Constructs ◼ Psychic Projection - . ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - N O T A B L E R E L A T I O N S H I P S N O T A B L E R E L A T I O N S H I P S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ - -. ◼ - -. - ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ You know my story, or at least the parts that people enjoy repeating. Heiress of Frost Industries, young billionaire, former White Queen of the Hellfire Club until Sebastian Shaw learned what it felt like to lose to a woman he underestimated. Sometimes I'm a villain and sometimes I'm a cautionary tale. A Hero though? Never. God that's just embarrassing. But. Protecting mutant children has always been more important to me than preserving my pride, you see. My battle lines crossed those of the X Men and you know what happened with Scott and I. Yes we were married; you saw the photographs on the cover of every magazine. We didn't last. We had four good years. Fighting beside the X Men, X Factor, and every damn lost caused that seemed to be worth bleeding for. I taught my students everything, they taught me how to soften the razor-edge of my ambition. They are the reason I never stayed a villain. Krakoa was born from necessity, not idealism. Charles had the revelation, Erik had the conviction, and Moira had the impossible knowledge. I came with infrastructure, diplomacy, culture... The ability to make the world believe in us and together we shaped a nation for mutants because it's not like anyone else was ever going to. It's been two years now and I still hold my seat on the Quiet Council and this responsibility is the only gown that ever fit me properly. Our island... Our home thrives but danger never sleeps now does it? Somewhere in the dark something is preparing to test us again. I've rebuilt myself more times that I'd ever care to admit, I've worn so many masks that sometimes I wonder where my true face is beneath everything I've done and seen. One thing I do know though is exactly what I am capable of, and that nobody will take this home from us. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I wanted to take a character who feels probably overlooked in roleplays like this (and why? she's so powerful!!) and give her the story and spotlight she deserves. Plots for Emma will include protecting her mutant students, and the interests of Krakoa and mutants in general. I feel there is opportunity for conflict with Emma as she's always going to put mutants first when faced with difficult choices and that might provide some interesting tension through the game. A powerful, Omega-Level potential Telepath has huge story impact too for collaboration and crossing over into other character stories. I really look forward to bringing her wit, elegance, and power to the roleplay. Having her a really high level provides great opportunity to stand alongside some of the bigger heroes too. While she is not the "leader" of mutants, having her as a council member means she's definitely up there but leaves room for other players to jump in as mutants at any level they so wish - be it small and early on, or mature and leader like. I've also gone with the Krakoan era of X Men/Mutant kind - to play with a setting that is fresh but gives a really solid launching pad for players from this universe that can contend with big settings from other comics etc, sort of like how Thor has Asgard etc. Giving them the living, breathing island which is also an offshoot of The Green. An interconnected ancient avatar with the X Gene that has become this home.

Storm's Vault

Superhero Universe;

Eiledh - Young Justice

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

^{_{E I L I D H V A S S ♦ F E M A L E ♦ 23 ♦ P I T T E N W E E M, F I F E, S C O T L A N D}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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<sup>I had a brother. He was younger than me, but only by twenty minutes or so. Sometime after that, our parents would learn that I was born blind, and he was born deaf. It was difficult for them for many years to take care of two children with very different needs, but they managed. They raised us both with love, and by the time that we were five or so, Ewan and I were managing too.

You see, we'd found that we had a special connection. If I just thought hard enough, I could help him to hear, and if he thought hard enough, he could help me to see.

It was like some kind of miracle. They say that Pittenweem is a magical place, and maybe there was something that came from within the earth... Or an incantation was whispered over the sea to bring this gift to two lonely children, so that they could find each other. Whatever it was, it allowed us to thrive. We could talk to each other without saying a word - with just a look and a thought we could express everything. It's not like we only had each other, our childhoods were beautiful and we were surrounded by friends, family, and our community. I know what you were thinking, that we were some quiet, isolated, weird children. We weren't. We were... normal. We were popular, we were fun.

We were normal until we weren't.

It was a normal day, it had just been raining harder during the morning. We were headed to the Lake District for our annual holiday. We'd crossed over the border and I can't even remember what happened, only that the car slid and collided and everything went dark. When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes and all that was in front of me was darkness. Not like the darkness I'd known and become familiar with, comforted by. Like a dark night in winter, or hiding your face in your palms to be surprised with a gift.

No, this was just impenetrable darkness, and the panic of it began to suffocate me. I reached out to my side to reach for Ewan and found his hand. I squeezed, expecting him to let me know he was okay. He didn't move, and I couldn't hear him. I couldn't hear him outside and I couldn't hear him inside either. It was like he'd been cut away completely.

The last thing I saw were the green sprawling hills of the border, and fields of heather in bloom under the ascending sun of crisp autumn.

I lost my parents and my brother that day. I was left completely alone at 15. Whatever darkness was before me and surrounding me, was nothing like the darkness that was swirling inside. It was an all-consuming loneliness, digesting me piece by piece. I lived like this until that loneliness hardened into rage. There was nothing but silence for a long time.

But there was one day where something was different, like something had burned up in me again. I would leave my home only to hear the thoughts of everyone around me - all in my head, all at once. Not only that, but I'd feel them too - happiness, misery, embarrassment. All at once. Everything at once. I'd been so empty for so long that to feel so much all at once created a spark...

I realised that without Ewan, whatever magic was in me had nowhere to go, and nothing was keeping me safe and shielded. I was like a raw nerve being plucked at, poked, and prodded. Exposed to everything, I wondered if it would help. If only I could take what I needed to heal, and not the bad things. Just the good. When I had spent enough time in misery, I began to seek out happiness. I would look for people who felt it in such abundance that I could soak it up from them, take it from them and feed myself on the joy of strangers.

This power I had with emotions brought me to study the mind. I threw myself into education, researching, and being researched on. There was only so much that science could teach me about myself in the end. During that time, piece by piece - the nerve that had once been so sore and exposed, was healing - slowly. But it wasn't enough. I needed to find joy of my own again, and once I stopped listening to the emotions around me, and instead to the emotions within me... I found more magic. I started to see again, only differently now. When I just listened to the world around me, it began to paint a picture of what was there beyond the darkness. My mind, reacting to my surroundings. My favourite is watching music.

When I'm at my most peaceful inside, it's like Ewan is still with me.

Eventually my journey for answers about my mind brought me to Julian, and Julian brought me to the Renegades.</sup>

A B I L I T I E S:

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<sup>Mind reader, mind talker. Eilidh is a telepath. Following the sudden death of her twin, Ewan, the manifestation of her powers changed dramatically when their shared bond was severed. She can mentally communicate to those around her, and can hear thoughts when she is not actively blocking them out.

How are you feeling? When she has created enough of a bond with someone, Eilidh can tap into a persons emotions and share their feelings. She has had varied success in actually altering someone else's mood.

Visual Sound. Born blind, Eilidh's telepathic abilities have allowed her to give vision to the sounds that she hears in front of her. With this, she can see shapes and forms around her to an extent when they are struck, or when there is sound in a room. It makes listening to music especially magical.

Learned Knowledge. Eilidh spent two years studying and researching Psychology at the University of Edinburgh until she dropped out. She maintains her study of the subject as a hobby. It's one of the few things she can do alone to learn more about her psychic empathy. Learning, and deep diving into the human mind and how it works has given her a solid understanding of people and their motivations.</sup>

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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<sup>Eilidh has been through so much tragedy, and found it within herself to persevere anyway until she found the other side of it. She is motivated by creating genuine connections, and finding a family once more.

There's a mystery that she wants to solve - how she received her powers, and more than that she wants to learn how to better use them. She has seen glimpses of great power with her tele-empathy, but she has no control over it and very little understanding. What was once thought of to be a magical twin thing became so much more, and with it there is an opportunity to help others too.

She struggles with her powers to a large extent - having little knowledge of telepathy has left a huge skill gap within her, dealing with emotional trauma over the years has also hampered her progression with her skills.

When thinking up Eilidh, I've rested on some typical Stormy character beats - warm character with a hidden deep well of perpetual sadness. I've been itching to write a character closer to home for a long time too, and the thought of having a character from some teeny-weeny poetically beautiful fishing town in Scotland getting dumped into a group of really fast paced, gung-ho superheroes tickles my pickle.

I don't consider her a superhero. Yet. She's a lost girl with a few tricks up her sleeve. Her powers have to be learned, but more importantly, earned. I want to see her find a place in the world with an understanding of what she can do. I want her to learn creativity and just how special she truly is. That she doesn't need to over-extend herself to make others happy in order to fill in the spaces in her life left by the death of her closest family, and in particular her brother.

I can see her becoming a great support for the team, learning how to use her powers to bring them together and bring them some unity.</sup>

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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<sup>She has large, gentle eyes, and while she has something of a diminutive appearance, she is not to be trifled with or underestimated as she is something of a successful trickster who is more than happy to use her powers for chaotic (but harmless) purposes.

She is kind-hearted to a fault, and her power of empathy makes her a good shoulder to cry on. She is able to very quickly learn about someone, and prefers to get along with people rather than be confrontational. Eilidh will leave no stone unturned in the pursuit of making those around her happy. Eilidh is naturally quite charismatic, with a curiosity about everyone and everything. There is a slight clumsy and easy way about her that sets others at ease, and she is the kind of individual who carries you away with her, and makes you feel as if you are the only one who matters to her. It is a byproduct of her ability to tune into a persons emotions and mind.

Although Eilidh wears a smile on her face, and carries herself in a gentle manner, behind it all she still grieves for the life that was taken from her. She remains a stalwart caretaker to those around her, giving herself almost selflessly to the needs of others, she fills her cup by being a listening ear with a wise and uplifting word to others when they need it, even if they don’t know it. Her emotional intelligence is as tuned as one would expect from a natural empath, and she is incredibly patient. Her level of emotional intelligence has afforded her an almost fearless level of grit.</sup>

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

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<sup>Conor - The first magician I've ever met. Maybe I was too upfront when I asked for his help but he seems to be interested. I sense that he has a lot of weight on his shoulders. I know he's jealous that I can drink a beer. Maybe if he keeps up with the research, I'll dilute some down into a shandy for him. Really though, I'd like to help him too.

Cece - Cece just fascinates me, really. I wish I could have a teaspoon of her confidence. The two of us couldn't have come from more different upbringings if we tried, but somehow we make our friendship work. I have a genuine connection with her. She's true through and through, what she feels she says and what she says she feels. I always feel good when I'm around her.

Could I actually steal her confidence? Maybe. She's human sunshine.

She did call me Eye-lid though.

Gabriela - Every now and then when I'm around Gabi, I can feel the echoes of something painful in her. It's familiar to my own and maybe that's why. I don't let on that I have, I'd like to befriend her more first. I'd like her to open up on her own terms. I do notice a tension around Cece, and I'd rather not shut her out either. You know, I consider Gabi to be a true superhero. She could bring down a serious threat if she needed to. Her skills are amazing. I love the rain, it reminds me of home.

Roy - Roy, Roy, Roy. He's an artist! Oh I wish I could see something that he painted, I wish I could see any of his creations - he has so many colours to his aura. Being around him is a joy, but I don't think he realises that. I wish I could show him how he looks from my eyes. I want him to be more confident in who he is. He's special.

Hayden - When it comes to Hayden, I'm not sure what to do with them. Try as I might to feed them, they still don't stop eating. It's fascinating, truly! Such an unending hunger - and for more than just food. I feel the desperation for achievement in them and all I can do is help however I can to make them feel wanted on this team, and in this world. They can't say my name. I don't have the heart to correct them.

Hana - I haven't gotten to know her too much, but I hear her from time to time when she's singing. Her voice is lime green and looks like lightning most of the time, but then sometimes it's softer, like winding curls of teal on a seafoam backdrop. Whatever it is, I like it a lot. Little does she know... I like to dance to it.

Vincent - He makes me laugh. I don't think he makes many of the others laugh. He's not too easy to track down though, but I'm getting used to knowing where his usual haunts are. The outside doesn't quite match the inside, and I hope he sticks around, I can't ever tell if he's going to just up and leave in the night one of these days, hopefully not. Still, he likes a good cup of tea.

Kevin - I know that Kevin is a fun person, and he's also my age. We're the resident old farts and we're not even old. Being honest, his powers frighten me a lot. Fire is so volatile and destructive. I know it's terrible to say... I shouldn't judge, but perhaps I've given him more space than I would have someone else. Perhaps we can strike up something soon, he could really help me to get in better shape, and to learn to defend myself.</sup>

Wanda Maximoff - Worlds Collide

R E D W I D O W
R E D W I D O W

^{"I’ll burn every rule of creation until it learns what loss truly costs."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Wanda Maximoff _________________________________________________________ 35 _________________________________________________________ Gotham N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ 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. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ . ◼ . - N O T A B L E S K I L L S N O T A B L E S K I L L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ 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. - ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ 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. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ 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.

Emma Frost - Worlds Collide

E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T

^{"Power isn’t given. It’s taken. And the world has never been gentle to those who take it wisely."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Emma Frost _________________________________________________________ 30 | Single _________________________________________________________ Frost Industries | New York N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Telepathy Emma can reach where eyes cannot - with her ability to slip into the thoughts and emotions of those around her. She hears fear, ambition, and deceit, and can bend perception to her will by planting illusions, softening memories, or shaping reality in the fragile terrain of another mind. ◼ Diamond Form (Secondary Mutation) In transformation, her body becomes a living diamond, an unyielding fortress of strength and resilience. Every strike glances off her crystalline surface and even the most potent psychic intrusion will fail to touch her. In exchange for this unstoppable brilliance, her emotions retreat into cold abstraction. ◼ Psychic Constructs and Projection The power to weave the immaterial into the tangible, crafting temporary structures from her own mind. Defensive barriers, constructs and traps that can bind those who threaten her. These constructs are extensions of her intellect and reflections of her order imposed upon chaos.. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Amplifiers Often subtle, a brooch, a ring, a pendant can act as a focal point for her telepathy or psychic shielding, and useful for projecting her telepathy further. ◼ Custom Clothing Custom-tailored suits and clothing that can accommodate for her diamond transformations. Fashionable, and functional - armoured boots, gloves, and coats with subtle plating to protect her when not in diamond form. - N O T A B L E S K I L L S N O T A B L E S K I L L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Intellect Emma’s mind is a precise instrument, honed from years of navigating a world built on power and pretense. She can dissect a situation with clarity and anticipate outcomes and calculate risks. From corporate strategy to psychic phenomena, she can absorb knowledge and wield it swiftly. ◼ Manipulation She understands the quiet art of influence and how her words, gestures, and silences can shape reality without her needing to raise a hand. Emma can read people as easily as a book, finding their desires, fears, and weaknesses with ease. Her manipulation is never brute or obvious, but elegant and almost imperceptible. ◼ Leadership For Emma, leadership is both instinct and craft. She can inspire loyalty not through charisma alone, but through competence, vision, and the certainty that she knows what must be done. She is decisive, and even in chaos, carries a steady presence. - ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Masks. Your average hero wears one, that which protects their identity from the world and protects those that they love. Emma Frost wears hers to control the world. Youth is Emma Frost’s first mask. The one that the world mistakes for inexperience. They see her blonde hair, her sharp dresses, her practiced smile… And one by one they underestimate her. Every bumbling executive, every pompous board member, every sycophantic lawyer who surrounds her fails to see her mind. They do not see the way she parses deception as easily as air, that she calculates a dozen moves ahead. They do not see the diamond beneath the flesh and the cold core that will not break. This is her design. Emma’s powers emerged in the crucible of her adolescence and even as a child, Emma sensed the thoughts and emotions of those around her. Ambition, disappointment, petty cruelty that pressed against her mind. Noise and pointless noise against the hum of a backdrop growing louder. As a teenager she began to hear secrets that no one dared speak aloud and it was then, before the world seemed ready, that Emma glimpsed the rise of a new generation. Meta-humans, mutants, and threats emerging in her playground of New York, but also far and far beyond it. She knew then that her purpose would demand more than inheritance or influence; it would demand vigilance, foresight, and a network to protect the gifted before the world could understand them. Her design required another mask. It was Winston Frost who orchestrated his daughter's entry into a world where her abilities could matter by placing her in exclusive social circles. At her debutante ball she crossed paths with Sebastian Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire Club, a secretive cabal of the wealthy and powerful. Emma soon caught his attention and under his mentorship she honed her growing skills further. The Hellfire Club was just a facade and was dominated by those who overestimated themselves, still, it had value. Shaw was just another to underestimate her. She put on the mask of the White Queen and moved in the shadows with the club, subtly steering its actions to limit its most dangerous impulses. When Winston installed her as the CEO of Frost Industries over her sister Adrienne, it seemed at first like a cruel twist of fate, for what did Emma know about material and engineering? What did she know about technology and engineering? How could she develop luxury products and corporate consulting? The charismatic heiress was a poor face for the brand. This was something that Emma had quietly engineered. She had whispered into her father’s mind, shaped the words and pressed on the correct insecurities. She had positioned herself not for vanity nor petty triumph, nor for the goals of Shaw and the Hellfire Club, but because the world continued awakening to otherworldly threats. She learned to smile through doubt, to wield incredulity like another instrument of control. She put on yet another mask. Beneath the glittering exterior of her company, and her membership with the Hellfire Club, Emma funds a clandestine network of safe havens for mutants. Her movements exist out of sight. Telepathy and manipulation are the blankets that keep her work shielded from governments, corporations, and the public eye. She protects and guides the vulnerable and gifted, not as a leader, but an unseen architect. Each donation, each resource, and each whisper of guidance is carefully calculated. Frost Industries provides her reach; her telepathy provides the insight; her diamond form and intellect provide protection. For all of her brilliance and all of her logical foresight Emma she remains profoundly alone. Nights find her pacing her high-rise offices and the penthouse of Frost Tower in New York. Her diamond form protects her body; her intellect shields her mind, but neither can ease the ache of isolation. She can attempt to protect a generation of mutants, but she longs to take an active role in the coming battles. Emma Frost is young, brilliant, and terrifying. An Heiress who rules from light and shadow. The White Queen taking her place on the chess board. All that matches her power is her loneliness - she walks a line between empire and sanctuary, between family ambition and secret guardianship, between the world’s many perceptions of her and her own closely guarded truth. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm never beating the allegations of writing psychics... This version of Emma Frost plays on making her bigger, and really playing on some themes I like - such as loneliness, overcoming expectation, and playing in society. I have made her deliberately similar to Bruce Wayne/Batman. Billionaire heiress with an altruistic goal - however unlike Batman, she doesn’t take to the streets to fight, she stays in her tower, using her telepathy to access her networks and influence from the shadows. The one thing that she would like to be recognised for, she can’t be. With this, I think there’s opportunity to play with minor mutant characters struggling with some of the bigger threats in the world that is being built - but also to have conflict of course that will bring Emma out of the shadows and into the frontline should she so wish. There's an opportunity for some Succession-esque wealth politics with Adrienne, and a chance to play with the Hellfire Club and some of its members too. I like writing poised characters with a lot of presence and an inner world with emotional depth. This isn’t a flamboyant character, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t without tenacity and edge to play off some of the other characters too.

Poison Ivy

P O I S O N I V Y
P O I S O N I V Y

^{"Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus Fly Trap?"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley _________________________________________________________ Reforming Villain | Botanist & Biochemist _________________________________________________________ Gotham City C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Connections The Bats, The Cats, The Gotham Bunch - Various Gotham elite heroes and villains alike have had varying levels of tangles with Poison Ivy. Abilities Toxikinesis The deadliest touch. Chlorokinesis Plant manipulation. Pheromone Control I put a spell on you... - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ "Watch them die. Watch the Earth take them back, and in their deaths they give more to Gotham than they ever did in their lives." You already know my story, you know who I am and everything I've done. I created paradise, it might have lasted forever... And yet... I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand me. In this iteration, and in this story, Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley is an older woman, in her early-forties. She has spent most of her adult years in and out of Arkham Asylum for only ever trying to protect nature, the world - in her own way, of course. She has always been masterful at obscuring and changing the truth, creating a skewed version of events where she is the hero. Those who had died were simply faceless villains in her battle. Humans were cruel and men especially. She is the hero. Justice League, Injustice Gang... They're all the same really, aren't they? And she's moved through them and others over the years - serving only her own agenda, to push back against humanity and protect the Earth. Ivy has been committed to Arkham multiple times in her life. She is easily enraged, and is especially distrusting - especially towards men. Despite her best efforts to redeem herself in recent years and to live peacefully, she can be prone to spells of aggression. But, she still tries again, in spite of each setback. She now takes residence in a pavilion-turned-greenhouse in Robinson Park, monitored closely so that she doesn't overstep, and if she does the threat of another trip to Arkham is always there. She's always been caught before. It's not like she hasn't got her ear to the ground though, she knows enough to be able to whisper a secret to the right person for the right price when it counts. She has connections. Now, Ivy longs more than ever to create a Garden of Eden away from Gotham, but not before she has faced her true past. Following Ivy, is a Rolodex of enemies from a variety of places - a trail of scorned friends, and ex-lovers. When she sleeps, each spurned face haunts her as if she's on trial and they are her jury, but they're all she has. She hopes that her next favour and good deed is going to be enough to get her out of Gotham for good. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Why wouldn’t I want to play this character? She’s deliciously entertaining, enduring, iconic. And yet there is so much more she can give. I want to play a very human Ivy, as she works through the connections of her life in search of redemption, yet even now, as she attempts to wrong the rights she has caused, she can't help but dig her thorns in. A self-fulfilling prophecy that she'll do it all again anyway. On her journey to forgiveness with some of of the elder heroes, she finds that she is a natural mentor and maternal figure to the younger heroes of tomorrow. Just... take her advice with a pinch of salt sometimes. "I believe the children are our future..." Being older, Ivy sees opportunity in helping the younger heroes. She has a soft spot for them - she wants to keep them away from the path she fell upon, and still tiptoes along the fence of. She has a lot to teach, if only she can focus on it for long enough. All of these young guns can't just rely on Batman, Wonderwoman, and Superman now - can they? What exactly can they really teach them about life?

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