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Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Thats why I think it would be a good idea to open up a group titanpad link for us to go to when the guild does go down so we can continue on there and then post when the guild comes back up.

Also, how old is Digger and Deathstroke?

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

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Real Name:
Rose Worth

Code Name:
Ravager

Age
17

Height
5'2"

Weight
108 pounds.

Date of birth
December 27th 1997

Appearance:

Rose Worth

Costume

Prison Inmate Number:
#6069

History

Born to Lilian Worth on a cold December night in 1997, Rose Worth grew up as a very self-sufficient child. As her mother worked in a brothel for most of her life, Rose had learned at a very early age how to fend for herself. She attended the poorest of the schools, getting barely passing grades all through-out. It was hard to stay consistent when she was forced to move and attend an entirely new school almost twice a year. After she turned thirteen, Rose had already had enough and quit trying to strive academically. Over the years she continued to grow, spiteful of the mother that she never truly had who didn’t even have the knowledge as to who her real father was, since at the time of conception her mother lived a very… alternate lifestyle.

After turning fourteen, things became more… complicated in Rose’s life. Upon coming home one night from spending a weekend at a friend’s, Rose found that her mother had yet to come home, and an hour later there were police at her door, explaining that her mother had been found dead. It was pegged as random gang violence with two gunshot wounds straight to the chest. The police were firm in hammering in the point that her mother had died quickly and painlessly, but Rose found that she couldn’t be brought to care either way. Rose ran before the cops could take her to any kind of foster home, putting it in her head that she would just be homeless for a while.

It didn’t take long for Rose to get into trouble after that. Breaking into a convenient store in the dead of night, Rose was quickly apprehended by Nightwing, a well-known vigilante throughout the area and just as trained as The Bat himself. Nightwing had shown her mercy, recognizing how much of a hard time she was going through and instead of turning her in for breaking into a convenient store, he offered to train her.

The years flew by and Rose found herself at sixteen years old, excellently trained, in an on-again-off-again relationship with Dick Grayson (who had revealed his identity to her shortly after they began training) and in cahoots with the Teen Titans. They were an odd bunch, the Teen Titans, but Rose wouldn’t have had it any other way. Rose became well practiced in combat; cleaning up the streets, helping those in need and putting the bad guys in their place.

It was during one of her solo missions that Rose came upon a dual set of katana blades crafted for the League of Assassins themselves. She took them as her own and developed a more original style of fighting… a style that the Teen Titans didn’t approve of as her tactics became more callous, aiming for results rather than going about things the right way.

Flying solo once again, Rose found herself under the capture of Lex Luthor. Drugged, sedated, and completely helpless, Rose was forced to undergo a series of experiments dealing with various chemicals the man had created on his own, though nothing she had been subjected to could have prepared her for the extraneous pain that was the Mirakuru. Immediately after injection, Rose began to bleed from the eyes, her mind no longer in control of her body as it thrashed around against the bindings that held her down. Her screams filled the building until finally, she collapsed, and presumed dead.

Hours later, Rose jolted awake, buried deep inside a dumpster on the outskirts of town and miles away from where she had been last she had been conscious. Working on a way to get home, it was then that Rose realized the effects the Mirakuru had taken the liberty of in changing in her body. She was faster, stronger, more durable, had a higher endurance and agility. Her stamina was increased, her reflexes and speed faster and all senses deadly sharp… everything about her had increased to superhuman levels.

Busy experimenting with her new-found talents, Rose nearly missed the shadow that flew above her. Despite her relationship with Nightwing and close relations with the other Teen Titans, Rose had never once met, nor seen The Bat, and so curiosity got the better of her and she followed, putting her new skills to the test. It was easy to track him, whether he knew she was there or not she did not know, but just as she was getting bored of watching… he showed up.

Of course she had heard of Deathstroke, he was just as famous as The Bat himself, though The Teen Titans looked down heavily on the type of man he was. A villain, most would call him, but Rose had yet to come to her own conclusions. She watched in a way that was nothing short of awe-inspiring as Deathstroke took on the Bat head-on, and seemed to be winning. She knew she should throw in her help to The Bat, the Teen Titans would expect it of her, but she found herself mesmerized and transfixed with the man in split-colored mask.

Just as it had begun, it ended. The Bat and Deathstroke had gone their separate ways but what had been left in Rose’s soul was an impression, a forever need to be just like him in all ways possible and a burning desire to get to know him. Despite her best efforts, however, Deathstroke wasn’t ever to be seen again, not by her or any of the other Teen Titans. She decided then and there that she would leave the Teen Titans forever, leaving the close bonds created with the ties of friendship and her relationship with Nightwing behind… and find Deathstroke herself.

A year later, and now seventeen years old, Rose holds a torch for the deadly mercenary that has long been missing from the streets for over a year by wearing his colors, ‘taking his place’ while she continues her search for him. It wasn’t until just a few days ago that she learned of his imprisonment, and started to hatch an idea as to how to spring him free.

Powers/Abilities

She has received some training from Dick Grayson, including many lectures on the virtues of being a hero. She also possesses a precognitive sense that lets her see into the immediate future (only about two to five seconds at a time) which she has had since birth, but wasn’t discovered until her training with Nightwing. This allows her to react to oncoming attacks against her and to counter them accordingly.

She currently wields twin energy katanas that can cut through anything, and briefly merge them into an energy shield. She also carries with her a small stash of adrenaline, both because she is addicted to the substance, and also because while high on adrenaline her precognitive sense evolves into the ability to glimpse scenes from her immediate future. However, the more she uses adrenaline to enhance her powers, the more her metabolism is unbalanced, straining her health.

Thanks to the Mirakuru running through her blood, each and every one of her abilities has been enhanced to a super-human level, making her all-the-more deadly.

Other:
Rose is addicted to all things bad for her; adrenaline, cigarettes, alcohol, dangerous men and harder drugs. She uses her sexuality to gain the advantage where fists and fury would otherwise get her nowhere. She enjoys making men squirm and has a habit of kissing and touching those she intends to kill to put them off guard, though only finding a sexual release when she watches the life draining from the eyes of her victims.
Also, being Half Australian, Rose has a heavy Australian accent.

Voice Sample

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Vicier said
Yeah, if you wanna bring him over to Tahoe then that's fine by me, Eliza will be chilling around there somewhere for everyone to interact with.I'm hoping that everyone can get at least one post in before we move forward. It would be ideal; I know that everyone is busy, but we can hold off on having the characters going back until after everyone does so. :D

Right, of course. I'm cool with that. Just excited to get things underway.

Nallore said
So what are you guys doing for Christmas?

Absolutely nothing. The husband and I have had a really hard financial year this year, so we're kind of being forced to skip it lol. What are you gonna be up to? Something fun I hope.

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Question, should our characters on Earth start meeting up together? Like, easily I could get Baeden to take a vacation and end up at Taho to run into your characters for example... not quite sure what you have planned for that lol

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I'll PM you ScarlettWaters16

Once Upon a Time...

Most of the time, Regina was less than pleased to have to take Mason to school in the early mornings, mostly with the dealings of having to leave her son to the limits of Henry Carlyle's teaching intellect. But as she dropped Mason off that morning and in overhearing some of the other parents talking amongst themselves, Regina learned that not only was Henry missing, but the security guard from the hospital and Snow were missing too! Rumored to have fallen through a portal and out of Storybrooke forever!

A white smile split Regina's red lips apart, feeling her heart lighter than a feather now with Mason back and the reason for her unquenchable thirst for bloodlust gone. Two birds with one stone so to speak. Now if there were only a way to get rid of Gold for good, then no one would be left to undermine her authority.

Releasing her eyebrows from their furrowed position, Regina drummed her fingertips on the leather steering wheel of her Mercedes as a perplexing thought came to her mind in thinking of Gold. As much as she would have loved for him to be gone as well, she still found that she needed him. Her magic was gone, and in her efforts yesterday of trying to bring it back, the only thing she gained was a concerned adopted son and a headache.
Pulling out of the school, Regina headed to the Pawnshop only to find that it hadn't opened and the pawnbroker's Cadillac was nowhere to be seen.

Either he's dead... or going to be dead very soon. Gold never just decides to not open up his shop...

Turning her car in the other direction, Regina headed to the one place in Storybrooke she went out of her way to avoid on all pretenses... Mr. Gold's home.

Pulling into the driveway, Regina's suspicion was somewhat confirmed as she found his black Cadillac parked in the driveway, though the house looked just as still and lifeless as it's owner. Somewhat vexed that she had to take time out of her morning to hunt the bastard down, she made a point to slam her car door loudly before storming up the stairs and began to pound on the door, feeling the stained glass squares quaking under her wrath.
"GOLD? I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! GOLD? RUMPELSTILTSKIN!"

Belle heard the noise outside as she cooked breakfast for both her and Rumpelstiltskin. As she thought about answering the door, she heard the voice and recognized it as Regina's voice. She remembered Robert's warning, but she wasn't going to let the Evil Queen make her cower. She walked to the front door and she opened it, giving Regina a firm, serious look, as she looked Regina in the eyes and she said to her, "Rumpelstiltskin isn't here right now. I highly suggest you come back later,"

Regina looked somewhat taken back when Belle had answered the door, the look on her face gave way that Regina might have actually forgotten of the girl's existence. She cleared her throat, tempering her anger and settling for crossing her arms over her chest.

"So now the little Imp has a guard dog..." Regina eyed Belle up and down for a moment. "...more like a prized poodle..." She muttered under her breath without even so much as trying to keep Belle from hearing her. She let her arms down from their crossed position on her chest and let one of her hands run through her black hair, her other hand resting firmly on her hip. "So here's whats going to happen. You're going to tell that hollow shell of a man that I'm here and you're going to get him to come and talk to me, coward to Queen."

Belle crossed her arms, her blood boiling at her words uttered from the Queen's mouth. She rolled her eyes and she retorted "No. Here is what's going to happen: I close the door on you, and you can leave immediately. Rumpelstiltskin. Is. Not. Here,"

Regina's lips curled up into a snarl over her perfect white teeth, the vein in her forehead pulsing as this stupid little girl proved time and time again to show no amount of respect towards her.

"How. Dare. You!" Regina raised her right arm, her fingers coming together like a claw in heading for Belle's throat, sparks from her fingertips igniting at the first sign of magic Regina had seen since the curse broke.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you...dearie..."

The voice had ice running through her boiling veins just as quickly as Regina was able to turn around, coming eye to eye with the pawnbroker staring right back at her with a cold glare not six inches away, though his posture seemed otherwise relaxed. He held both hands on the cane head, only breaking eye contact with Regina for a moment to look past her shoulder and to Belle, looking for some affirmation that she was alright.
Belle widened her eyes slightly and had a brief look of slight fear on her face when she saw sparks appear between Regina's fingers. However it faded when she heard Rumpelstiltskin's voice and she looked to see him. She smiled at him lightly to show that she was alright.

"Belle, go on inside. The Queen and I have some things to... discuss." Mr. Gold said staring right back at Regina, his voice calm yet laced with only those who knew Mr. Gold well enough as pure rage. Regina in turn only stared back at Mr. Gold, unwilling to give up the struggle for power in their standoff before he did.

Belle answered "Alright..." before she closed the door on Regina.

Only when he was sure that Belle had gone from the door did Mr. Gold smile, putting Regina even more on edge than she was before and making her eyebrows knit together even more furiously.

"I need the book." She said breaking the silence between them, though still refusing to even so much as blink.

"Which book?" He asked, looking genuinely confused before he let out a small chuckle, remembering just what it was Regina seemed to need so desperately. "Oh, so it's come down to that, eh? You need your mommy's help."

Regina's eyes flashed dangerously at the jab to her mother, but kept straight to the point.

"Give me the book." She demanded.

"Do you really need the smell of the written word to get the magic flowing again, love? Maybe if you just relaxed, it would happen."

He was toying with her, and though Regina had learned over the years on how to toy back with him, she wasn't in any mood.

"I don't have time. It worked, there for just a second, I know I can do it again I just... I need a shortcut back."

"Yeah, well, I don't have time either. Leave my porch... please."

Regina instantly stiffened at the word, the one word he had managed to weasel into the curse that forced her to do whatever he wished so long as he used it, but this time... this time she didn't feel compelled to listen, and found, much to her satisfaction, complete control over her body.

"Well... how about that? Your 'pleases' have lost their punch." She responded with a snarky smile.

"Well, the fact remains jump-starting your magic is not in my best interests." Mr. Gold replied, feeling himself losing his ground with Regina. He hadn't counted on that.

"You know what else isn't in your best interest? Having everyone know that The Enchanted Forest still exists. We have a couple of missing patrons from Storybrooke, now isn't it curious that your little curse didn't just... send us all back home? No... you're up to something Gold, and it doesn't involve going home..."

Mr. Gold fidgeted a bit, thinking over Regina's words. She had caught onto him far sooner than he had anticipated, and she was going to make him squirm until she got what she wanted, however, that didn't mean that he had to come out of this empty handed. Letting the gears turn in his head for a moment longer, he licked his lips before responding,

"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. Your silence, with a key, for the book."

"Key? What the hell are you talking about?" Regina asked, for once completely lost in their dealings.

"There's a library inside the clock tower, a library you had closed off to Storybrooke to hide your little secret... you know, when you had power..." His lips twitched into a smile, watching Regina's smile fade at the jest.

"A library? Why on earth would you want a-" Regina snapped her mouth shut, for the first time tearing her eyes from Mr. Gold to look back at the front door of his home before looking back at him with an expression that was nothing less than awe-struck. "You really are smitten aren't you?" She asked and when he said nothing she added "My sympathies, nothing good will ever come out of it. She's more likely to up and leave you for another man again once she realizes just what sort of man you really are."

A muscle underneath Mr. Gold's eye twitched, but he kept his mouth shut on the matter.

"Alright fine, you can have the stupid library. The key is in my office-"

Mr. Gold made a quick flourish of his right hand before a tiny box no bigger than his palm appeared in his hand, a knowing smile playing at his lips as Regina's eyes widened a bit, jealousy of his ease of magic coloring her cheeks.

"Now give me the book."

Tucking the key box into the breast pocket of his dress shirt hidden underneath his suit jacket, Mr. Gold flicked his wrist and Regina gazed hungrily down at the book he now had in his hand.

"Careful, dearie. These are straight-up spells. Rough on the system." He warned as Regina snatched the book away from him.

"I don't care if they turn me green. I'm going to protect my son" Regina replied, and it took all of Mr. Gold' swill to not choke on the laughter he kept hidden in his chest at the iroy of her words. There was much Regina did not yet know, and yet... he found it to be better that way.

A small chuckle did find it's way out though, a quiet "Oh my" coming from the Pawnbroker as Regina pried open the book to devour the secrets within. Though at his chuckle, Regina was forced to look back at him with a questioning look.

"What?"

"It's just that... you once told me that you looked like your mother, and I didn't see it. Though, holding that... I now do." His lips curled up into a twisted smile as Regina's mouth opened up in a small 'o' in short of a gasp. Swallowing hard, Regina did what she could to straighten her gait as she pushed past him and headed directly to her car where she got in eagerly and left his driveway without another glance.

Still with the smile on his face, Mr. Gold hummed to himself a bit joyfully as he limped his way towards the door and headed inside his home. He had a present to give after all.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat

I know what you mean. I had to do the same thing with Rose Wilson Worth. A lot of her stuff is the same, other stuff I completely made up on the spot to fit the rp better.

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ScarlettWaters16 said
Probably, considering he is the darkest sorcerer in the land.

Should we PM (or maybe create a titanpad in case the guild goes down again) and discuss briefly our baddies' past/current relationships together?

Nallore said
I'm doing good just finished work and no work on Christmas Eve. :) So I'm very happy lol.

Oh nice, do you work Christmas day though? I got a 2 week vacation from my work lol. I'm already super bored.

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The Enchanted Forest - The Dark Castle

He hated letters. By far they were the most annoying way to contact him and yet it seemed that’s how a good majority of the desperate souls looking to make a deal were able to get his attention. There were the braver few who called upon him by name; those were by far easier to filter though than the mundane task of sifting through mountains upon mountains of letters.

Absentmindedly tuning out the agonized noises coming from the dungeon below, Rumpelstiltskin began to thumb through the sealed envelopes, first looking for any seal that he recognized or that caught his interest. Finding none in the small pile he had separated earlier, he reached out and broke the seal of the first one he grabbed and began the tedious task of dissecting the written word of their intent, task, and of course most interesting to him, payment.

It wasn't until the eighth letter of then ten that he felt his curiosity even remotely stirred. A woman, a noble at that, felt it in her need to inform The Dark One that Prince Thomas would be holding a royal ball in search for a princess. Rumpelstiltskin snorted, he was very well aware of these particular functions, it always brought in a higher volume of letters from young women all wanting the same thing… a guarantee to their fate. This woman, however, didn't ask for beauty or status or anything of the sort, at least not for herself, but for her two daughters, that they would be granted a highly favorable chance to catch the Prince's attention, and his heart. It wasn't the contents within this letter that had the gears in his twisted little mind grinding, but the name signed at the bottom.

Lady Tremaine. A name he knew not by encounter, but by the Fairy Godmother bestowed upon the family through generation upon generation. For years now he had been trying to pinpoint the location of that pesky little flea, and now the opportunity seemed to have fallen right into his lap without him so much as lifting a finger. Of course he had no intent to help out Lady Tremaine and her two daughters. He would simply stop by, unnoticed, and cause something to happen that would illicit a visit from their family guardian and finally take back what was rightfully his, a particular wand that once in his possession, his power of foresight would be increased. A twisted giggle came from the dark sorcerer as he moved himself from his writing desk and tucked the letter safely away in his breast pocket underneath his dragon hide coat.

Rumpelstiltskin descended the spiral stone staircase of the tower and shortly found himself in the Dining Hall. With a quick flourish of his right hand, the candelabras lining the cold, stone walls lit to life and with a quick snap of his fingers, a fire began to crackle in the stone hearth to his left. He felt nothing for the cold of his castle, but the flickering lighting and quiet sputters from the fireplace always seemed to bring him some small amount of comfort, able to pull his mind from the present and leave it in a place where he had once been happy… so many years ago…

Pulling out the single leather chair that sat at the head of the polished wooden table, Rumpelstiltskin took a seat and rested his bony elbows onto the table's wooden surface. Steepling his hands together just under his chin, his dead eyes peered over the top of his fingertips at the lone spinning wheel towards the corner of the room.

It was there that just this morning during a rather aggravated spinning session, when his mind was no longer a victim of the hypnotic lull of the creak of the spinning wheel, he had forced himself up and to his study in the tower. There, he retrieved an old, battered, child’s cloak from a magically sealed box and laid it out on his work bench. Retrieving a small potion from his cabinet, he sprinkled a few drops of the shimmering blue liquid onto the cloak and watched with bated breath. The cloak did not move, the locator spell did not activate, and Baelfire was still lost. Aggravated after thirteen years of the same thing, day after day, Rumpelstiltskin had grabbed onto the first thing he could get his hand on and threw the spell book of common poisons halfway across the room before it thumped against the stone wall of the tower and slid down onto the floor.

The Dark One would have had quite the expansive collection of books if he had ever gotten around to organizing them. There wasn't even a separate room in which to keep them in, despite the large castle he resided in. It wasn't by any means because there was no room, he just had better things to do than to organize the books into a library; he was able to find what he wanted in his organized chaos, so there was no need.

Instead with every new book he obtained it only added to the piles of books in every room in the castle, unsorted and ungrouped merely collecting dust. Most of these books he had collected over the many passing years in deals as a petty price when they had nothing else he would want. He had no use for those books, but he never came out of a deal without anything to show for it. There were books, though a select few, that he had gone great lengths to have in his possession. Spell books, ancient tomes, anything that could help to increase his knowledge on who and what he was, magic, and how to gain more power. And then of course there was the most recent book he had wriggled out the grasp of a previous student of his to finish his collection on more... potent poisons that the common person wouldn't normally stumble across. Regina had a hard time parting with it, but her desire for blood lust over her step-daughter Snow White won out in the end and the deal was made.

Snarling as he watched the book fall to the floor, knowing that peace would be far from his mind now, the sorcerer magicked a letter into his hand with a quick flick of the wrist, and read it over. It did not matter how petty the request that lay in the letter was, he needed the distraction and so reading over the contents, he vanished in a puff of crimson smoke to call upon the desperate soul who had written to him.

Presently, The Dark One pulled himself from his activities that morning lest he lose his temper again and sat back in his leather chair, trying to enjoy the quiet of his castle. Now completely immersed in the silence he had become so accustomed to, Rumpelstiltskin quickly shoved an idea from his mind as soon as it came. He would never admit it to anyone, he hadn't even been able to admit it to himself, but the realization hit his gut harder than he thought possible as he finally began to accept the hard truth. He was lonely. He had always been lonely. Over the last thirteen years, he had only enjoyed the company of a few select people that weren’t limited to the comings and goings of the deals he made daily.

He had tried to fill that empty void left behind by his wife and child with apprentices, broadening their magical horizons and teaching them what thousands of centuries of memories of previous Dark One’s had mastered and for the most part, it worked out quite well. Then there was his last caretaker-turned-apprentice Zelena. Taking a minute to run his finger along the wooden table, inspecting the pad of his finger of the dust, he rubbed his finger and thumb together to dispel of the small mess, his lingering suspicion now confirmed. Had it truly been that long since The Wicked Witch had taken her leave?

Rumpelstiltskin folded his hands back into his lap as he relaxed back into his leather chair, letting his eyes flutter closed as he allowed his mind to drift back to the last person he had shared his castle with. She was a different sort of crazy, that much was clear, but she had been... necessary. Meeting her nearly a year ago, it was the first time he had doubted his foresight ability. It wasn't very often The Dark One was caught off guard for that very reason and yet, he never saw her coming.

He had taken Zelena up almost immediately as his apprentice, pleased with the raw power she already held within her and though she showed little control, she showed promise. He was sure that together, their powers could help him in finding his son, but he had to be sure, and that self-served test cost him the only woman who had enjoyed keeping his castle clean and cooking his meals.

Zelena wasn't the best company by any means, as she had found some strange fixation- no, obsession on him (more likely his power than him as a person), but the witch had been someone to talk to, someone to keep his mind from slipping into desolate madness despite her skin literally turning green with envy while he continued to tutor other apprentices. With her gone now, an emptiness had made itself known in his castle, something he hadn't ever noticed before in his time there. He wouldn't shudder away from the idea of having another caretaker... however this time, he would hold the magic lessons. The women he taught magic to tended to turn on him in one way or another.

A smile split his lips apart as he craned his neck to the side, rewarded by a few cracking sounds that immediately brought a release in pressure to his left shoulder. After his dealings with the Tremaine Godmother, he would look for another to fill Zelena’s place as his caretaker. God’s knew he missed the home-cooked meals and overall warmness having a second person in his castle brought (of course not counting his current prisoner locked up tight in his dungeon). So without even so much as a snap of his fingers, he was gone from The Dark Castle in an instant to pay the house of Tremaine a quiet visit.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat

Doing alright, ready to get this rp up and going. How's that Red Hood sheet coming along?