Jake used to be beautiful, and the remains of his beauty can still be seen. He is a tall 6'2". He has brown eyes that seem almost...crystal-like. He has a firm, petite nose, slightly larger than average eyelashes, and rosy, red, kissable lips. His tree-brown hair goes down to his shoulders, and is elegantly brushed. His face has no noticeable acnea or other marks that would imperfect his beauty.
Well, at least, that come from his body itself.
He is rather muscular, sporting somewhat of a four pack, while somehow taking up just as much space as if he didn't have the muscles. His arms and legs are of average length, and are laced with muscles, like the rest of his body. Lastly, he prefers darker clothes, although elegance is also an important factor for him. He typically wears black dress pants, and an equally dressy, wrinkle-free shirt.
But every rose had its thorn. Although, this rose was more of struck by thorns...
All along Jake's body, he has cut marks - his face looks like an inaccurately cut birthday cake, his armsYou'd chose me over..Chris? Your parents? Isn't there someone you care about more than me in your immediate contacts? and legs like the doodlings of some preschooler, and his chest and back like that of a constantly beat slave. We will get more into this later, although many mistake him for being a war veteran due to this.
Personality
To be RRRPPPEEDD.
Power(s)
A limited form of Neurokinesis that only can influence physical things...in other words, can control the sense of touch via "lying" to nerves, by sending false signals that actually have no real reason to react that way. I don't know if I explained that right.......at all....
Sub powers
Pain Manipulation: Send false signals of pain, or negate signals of pain. Like, he could make someone go through the pain of childbirth by mentally overloading...that...region...with that specific sensation, or negate a similar pain. This power has almost no limits
Temperature Control: While it isn't really temperature control, Jake can send false sensations of heat or cold. For example, he could make fire FEEL freezing cold. Their blood will slow, etc etc, but their finger will still burn. He doesn't actually change the temperature - just what temperature someone reacts to it as.
Miscellaneous: Any other physical sensation, Jake can cause. He can give you the sensation of kissing someone, of hugs, of being painlessly stabbed, of flying through the air - the usual. Everything is based on touch sensations though - he can not make you hear things.
Ergh, my phone won't let me go back. I meant to mention that the powers are augmented with touch, but are mainly telekinetic.
Bio(at least two paragraphs)
Jake was a particularly troublesome person from birth. They say that dying from pain of childbirth is uncommon, correct?
Yes, it is possible to die from pain. Research.
After this dramatic event, the doctors tried to help the child - to their avail. Each of the fingers that touched the baby felt like they were being slowly burnt off. The doctors, sadly, had to leave the baby. The father did the same, in just as much fear as the doctors.
Everyone thought he would die.
But see, fate has a way of saving villians. They are much more interested alive then dead, don't you think?
And who doesn't love an interesting story?
So, after an hour from birth, a lich kidnapped the fatherless and motherless newborn.
The lich didn't know why he chose the particular baby. He just wanted a son, which he could never have until now. And he had a strick code against kidnapping newborns who had a mother and father. So, this son would have to do, although it was strange how everyone seemed to fear the baby.
The lich was a very responsible parent; he kept his past hidden from the baby, taught the baby how to protect himself via magic..well, he tried. The baby had no magic potential besides his ability to control the nerves that control touch. Weird. The lich, however, refused to give up on helping the bab y with its strange form of magic. He helped the baby master the magic by testing it on various animals and people, convincing his son that pain was a pleasurable thing, and that was what the scream were because of.
And Jake, knowing no better , believed his adopted father. Although, his adopted status was unnoticed - his father was constantly in glamour, and his father even named him. Poor thing.
Jake was curious one day, around the age of 6. Was pain really pleasurable? Taking the knife his father had given him, Jake scrapped across his arm, and...
It was the best feeling he had ever had. Oh, the arousal! The complete...perfect...feeling...of.this pain! It was beautiful! How could anything else even compare to pain?
And that is how the cutting started.
At first, the lich didn't notice. His son was constantly out on his own, in the forest, practicing his magic, and the lich trusted him. But after about a week, the lich did notice, but was amazed when he asked about it.
"Son, what is that?"
"It's my scratch marks. I tried pain. It was AWESOME!"
The lich, at a conflict, decided to go along with it.
"Why did you ever doubt me?"
"I'm sorry father."
And so, he continued.
Jake never went to school. His father didn't see a need, and his classmates wouldn't appreciate the pain his son could make. Not even his father and mother could.
And Jake's life was uneventful - besides his constant torturing of people. Blood was a pretty thing, and so were screams.
And then the lich got the mail. It was finally time for his son to become a true villian.
How is Jake a Villian?
Jake is a villian because he honestly doesn't understand other's pain. He sees nothing wrong with brutally, and slowly, torturing someone to death. He honestly believes he is giving them pleasure, and that people love pain.
Belongings
Besides his clothes, Jake has various torture weapons; a knife, a whip, various ropes in which he is rather skilled at using, various devices for slowly crushing body parts, etc. All of these are hidden throughout his clothing, as his dad told him that surprises were much better than obvious things.
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Name: Myra Lionas
Age: 15
Appearance: Myra would appear to be your average teenager, if not a bit more attractive.. . Her long honey-blonde hair flows down her back, her bangs perfectly surrounding her face. Her dark eyes are a forest-green, popping out against her ivory skin. Her eyes are topped with black, winged eyeliner, bringing them out even more. Her lips are plump, beautifully placed on her symmetrical face.
She wears a navy blue button up shirt with the sleeves cut off. Dark jeans hug her long, skinny legs. Around her wrist is a golden charm bracelet, although it seems to be bare.
Personality: To be RP’d!
Power(s): Myra has the power to shapeshift, whether it be to another person or creature. However, she must have seen the thing she’s turning into to have the transformation to be successful.
Another power of hers is the ability to see a bit of a person’s history by physical contact. If someone were to brush against her, she would see a snapshot of that person, and what they were thinking at that exact moment.
Bio (At least two paragraphs.): Three seconds. Three seconds was all it took to turn a young girl’s life into what seemed like hell. One second to pull the gun. One more to aim. And one last second to pull the trigger, ending her parent’s life. She was there, watching everything. In fact, she was right next to the shooter. The one who promised to make everything better, and for that short few minutes, it was. Her parents were gone and she was free! But her “best friend” wasn’t.
One second to dial the number. One to have the operator pick up. One more for them to hear the gunshot.
From behind the door, Myra’s older brother sat, sobbing into his cell phone. Her giggles echoed throughout the home as she began her deadly game of hide and seek. Although, it wasn’t too long before she spotted her brother. Behind her, a man stood, a gun in his hand and a wicked smile on his face as he let another bullet loose, it rippling through the air into the boy’s skull. Outside of the home, police sirens wailed, begging to be let in. It took two tries for the cops to break through the locked door. When they finally entered, all they saw was a man with a gun, and corpses lying on the floor. Naturally, they took the man away and began their cop-like business, allowing Myra to rise from the floor. She had taken the form of her brother, and it had worked. Slowly, her body morphed back into it’s original form.
When the girl realized that her partner in crime wasn’t going to be released for some time, she decided to take a break from her usual murder sprees. Fast forward to present time, a letter came for her. When she read it, she realized that the school was exactly what she needed, and so now, here she is!
What makes you a villain?: She murders in cold blood with little remorse, seeing how she believes it’s the right thing to do.
Belongings/Inventory: A blade and a pack of gum.
Theme song:
Other: Sorry if the bio didn’t make much sense. TL;DR, a guy promised to help her with an abusive family, took it too far, got put in jail, now she tries to “save” families.
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A school, looking similar to a castle, stood in the daylight. Teenagers were spread along outside of the large wooden doors, some alone, some in small groups interacting with eachother. If you didn't know any better, you just might've thought that this was a normal school, with average students. But you knew that was wrong. Everyone here had their secrets, their past, and their crimes with them. The courtyard buzzed with life. A group of teachers stood outside of the doors, not allowing anyone in yet. They watched over the students, their faces showing no hint of emotion.
A large sign stuck out of the ground, showing off the message printed onto it.
"Welcome, students, to Earth's Academy For Troubled Troublemakers. Have an amazing first day!"
Jake stood alone, humming to himself. What was this place? It seemed elegant, so maybe he would be excepted as royalty today? No, too many other people. There was adults though, although none seemed affiliated with the teenagers. Many groups of kids younger than him seemed to be smiling and having fun, so it wasn't a sad event. Hmm...his father had said something about this place being educational, so maybe he would learn more inventive ways to torture people? After all, that was all that really mattered, right? That and power, of course. No, that didn't seem to be it either - no one was wearing loose clothing that could be hiding torture items! Everything was tight, and...well, several outfits were rather arousing.
Jake realized he was staring at someone, and looked away.
Something was different about this school. It wasn't happy, but not sad...the sign that he just noticed augmented this. Something about trouble, and something about happiness.....what the crap?
Jake shrugged and decided it wasn't smart to stand here wondering. So he walked up to one of the teachers, and kindly, politely, happily asked
"So, what exactly is this?"
((Hmm, this is my first monologue for RPs...how'd I do?))
Arthur approached the front of his new school. He was going to do well, prosper, thrive, even... His drive was the same as always. Better himself so that he may get revenge on the people who had tortured him for so long. He strode along to the front door, and seeing it locked,stayed outside. All four feet of him standing there, a group of kids with smug smiles came up to him.
"Oh, and who do we have here?" Said one.
"Just a little kid who got lost!" Said another.
The three laughed. "Listen, kid, give us your stuff, or we'll take it. NOW." Said the third one.
Arthur simply laughed and smiled. "You're so... cute."
Closing his eyes, Arthur began shapeshifting. His pants began to recede up his legs as they grew, toes becoming roots, skin becoming bark, hair becoming twigs and leaves. The same began happening to his shirt and arms, and also his torso, before finally becoming a gigantic, eight foot dryad.
As the three cowered in fear, Arthur grabbed their backpacks, suspending them in air. Removing one backpack and growing another arm, he rummaged through it, and found the books on the book list, as well as some money for lunch. Dropping the other two and taking the backpack, Arthur became a six foot elf with long, jet-black hair to below his shoulders, a sleek and long face, and wearing clothes seemingly made from leaves. He then continued waiting.
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((Yep, no one would be getting inside quite yet.))
A teacher glanced over Jake as he approached, asking about the school. He gave him a smile before speaking.
"This is a school, of course! But not a normal one, oh ho.." He gave a chuckle, his smile turning into more of a mischievous smirk. "Here, you'll be learning everything you'll need to become the best villain you'll ever be. Your classes have been tailored to fit you perfectly, at least, based on the letter your parent should have sent in." His attention turned to the boy turning into a giant creature. Before he could speak, the boy already had started walking. So instead, he yelled after him,
"Hey! We're not showcasing our skills yet, so please try to keep yourself under control. There's still a little bit before the doors are opening." His warm tone turned into a stern one before returning to his solemn expression.
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A young girl stood in the crowd, although everyone seemed to be talking around her, as if she wasn't there. The building ahead of her was.. Intimidating, to say the least. It seemed to be popular, judging by the amount of people there. For some reason, they all seemed quite relaxed as if this was a casual thing. But, perhaps it was. Then again, it could just be that their smiles were fake, yet very convincing as they silently evaluated each other. After all, that was the exact thing she was doing, right? Apparently everyone had the same idea.
Letting out a small sigh, the girl pushed through the people, finally emerging from the sea of students. She adjusted her backpack and growled quietly as a stranger slung his arm around her small shoulders. She sent a glare at them and dug two fingers into their rib cage, causing them to jerk slightly and back off. She quickly scurried off, not wishing to already get in a confrontation. She would save that for later. But it seemed someone else was starting early. She listened to the group that wasn't too far from her as they threatened another. However, their insults quickly turned into whimpers. However, she couldn't be bothered to look as this happened.
Her eyes flickered from one person to the next. Finally, her gaze settled on Luna and she took a breath before approaching. Flicking her blonde locks behind her shoulder, Myra gave the girl a halfhearted smile.
"Um, hi.." Her voice was low. She began to awkwardly fidget with the ends of her shirt, glancing up at the girl occasionally.
((I like how my character is technically the nicest, least evil character..))
Jake nodded his head in thanks, and wandered off to the crowd, wondering the meaning of what the adult told him. So, this was a school to enhance villainy, and to help improve the best skills of each of these 'villains'? Strange, that didn't make much sense.
Lost in his thoughts, Jake didn't realize when he bumped into Luna, on the back of her shoulder. Well, at least today would be interesting. She would probably be screaming in pain in 3...2....
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Myra raised her head, a wave of relief washing over her as the girl gave a smile to her. This wasn't too hard,
"Pretty strangely, actually, seeing as we're currently at a school for.." She hesitated. 'Villain' wasn't exactly the term to describe her, was it? After all, she was saving people from eachother. Her methods were, perhaps, not the most heroic. But she was a hero nonetheless!
"People like us." She finally spoke, nodding once in confirmation. From behind the other girl, another lightly bumped into her. Myra bit back a small smile as she waited for her reaction. Maybe it would reveal a bit more about her true character -- unless this was it. Her worries could be dumped away at any moment now, she could have tapped her shoulder while approaching, shake her hand. That's all she'd have to do to get a glimpse into her mind.
Jake was rather surprised by the lack of reaction - her grimace reflected that of a slap more than a bump. She seemed pissed, as she turned angerly at Jake's scarred, injured face with disdain as she unleashed a sort of energy around his neck - causing him to step back only instinctively. Jake smiled delightfully and somewhat crazily at his bondage.
"Ah, you aren't very good at your job, are you? Come on, hurt me! Make me...bleed..."
The word "bleed" slipped off of his lips as if it was the most seductive of things. His neck, full of knife marks, seemed un-injured by the energy, although this was not to Jake's delight.
"Here, let me show you why pain is so delightful."
Turning to a bystander, one who had previously been looking around curiously, and seemed very unlike a villian, Jake activated his power around the victim's knee. The reaction was immediately obvious - screaming that would take everyone's attention, especially since the attempts to talk came out as inaudible jargon. Jake laughed delightfully, not unlike that of The Joker.
"I apologize for my uncharacteristically low amount of pain, but don't you see? Pain is a wonderful thing. Don't the screams just make you feel.. Powerful?"
Again, Jake's eyes were akin to someone on the brink of ecstasy.
"Choke me out, please. Slowly, painfully, and..."
The evil cackle again.
"Maybe even stab me."
((Did I go a bit overboard? Oh well. This is how I think he would reacwhen in a situation where it is possible for him to feel pain. It is basically a drug for him.))
Jake looked saddened by both her reaction and her release of him, although only slightly so.
"It wasn't on purpose, although why would I want to anyway? You seem to have no nerves, just like my father, rendering you nearly immune to the pain. Although your threat is a valid one - the only unfortunate deaths are the painless ones."
Jake shrugged and walked off. This girl was weird, mean, and uninteresting.
Cool.
Jake traveled over to his recent victim, smiling over the writhing body.
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Jink steps into the gates of the school, a grim expression adorning her face. Her eyes dart around, trying to take in everything as she stands there, silent for the time being. Lifting a pale hand, she brushes some of her floating hair behind her ear. She always wondered how her hair did what it did, but she didn't ask anyone..It didn't affect anything, didn't help her, didn't hurt her in any way. It was just..There.
Shrugging, she steps forward a bit, then back again. Shaking her head, she walks over to a spot mostly clear of people and sits, adjusting her shirt as she does so.
With a short glance around, she whispers a few things towards her finger. A black flame formed on each of her fingers, besides the thumb. A faint smile passes across Jink's lips as this happens. Her gaze flicks upwards a moment to see if anyone was watching her, before returning to her fingers.
Looking up, she whispers to the fire again. Soon after, the flames grew in size. Nodding, she sent the embers towards a random, unlucky- or rather, lucky, in this case- student. Jake. If the flames hit him, it would slowly climb up his legs, stopping a little above his ankles. It wouldn't be as hot as regular fire, and would be a little easier to put out, if he tried to.
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"Ready?"
"Yes."
Nodding, a being pushed open the doors. The figure was mostly normal, a little on the shorter side, and slightly, er, overweight. Normal. A suit and tie, nothing out of the ordinary.
Until you look at his head. Or rather, heads. Upon the man's shoulders sat two heads, each looking different than the other. The left head spoke up, smiling.
"Hello, students! Welcome to Earth's Academy for Troubled Troublemakers, where you'll learn how to be a better you! Come, come! Inside we go to showcase our powers and get to know each other, and perhaps make alliances..We also have a surprise for you."
How was no one else staring at the body? It was so beautiful...the screams had died down by now, but the writhing was no less pleasurable. If only Jake could reach down and stab the little..
And then Jake found that his legs were on fire.
A new sensation, instead of just pure pleasure, this was more of a mixture of heat and pleasure. His whole body was warm, and he could feel the sweet sensation of pain running through his injured legs. This was awesome!
Jake laughed manically.
"What beautiful devil has given me this wonderful gift?!"
The scream of these words was immediately followed with more laughing. Oh, he could just let himself burn forever...
But no. He realized his legs were burning away, and sighed as he patted them out.
"Darn. I wish it could have last longer..."
Hearing the announcement, Jake smiled.
"It's off to school I go."
Jake laughed again, although less insane than before, as he wandered towards the entrance, hoping someone would stroke against him.
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Jink was rather disappointed by Jake's reaction, however, she just sighed and stood. After blowing the flames out, she slowly heads towards the entrance, avoiding physical contact as possible.
As she walks towards the school, she also heads towards Jake. Her eyes dart around every so often so she can keep out of people's way, though her eyes were set on the boy she had set on fire.
Soon, she was next to him. Looking up, she frowns a bit and mumbles a few things crossly before smiling.
"Hey, uh, person. Like pain, huh? I saw you with m-Er, that flame.."
She sighs softly, hoping he doesn't put two and two together to find out she set the fire.
((I will have my app done tomorrow, hopefully sometime in the morning.))
Name
Jake Velda
Age
18
Appearance
Jake used to be beautiful, and the remains of his beauty can still be seen. He is a tall 6'2". He has brown eyes that seem almost...crystal-like. He has a firm, petite nose, slightly larger than average eyelashes, and rosy, red, kissable lips. His tree-brown hair goes down to his shoulders, and is elegantly brushed. His face has no noticeable acnea or other marks that would imperfect his beauty.
Well, at least, that come from his body itself.
He is rather muscular, sporting somewhat of a four pack, while somehow taking up just as much space as if he didn't have the muscles. His arms and legs are of average length, and are laced with muscles, like the rest of his body. Lastly, he prefers darker clothes, although elegance is also an important factor for him. He typically wears black dress pants, and an equally dressy, wrinkle-free shirt.
But every rose had its thorn. Although, this rose was more of struck by thorns...
All along Jake's body, he has cut marks - his face looks like an inaccurately cut birthday cake, his armsYou'd chose me over..Chris? Your parents? Isn't there someone you care about more than me in your immediate contacts? and legs like the doodlings of some preschooler, and his chest and back like that of a constantly beat slave. We will get more into this later, although many mistake him for being a war veteran due to this.
Personality
To be RRRPPPEEDD.
Power(s)
A limited form of Neurokinesis that only can influence physical things...in other words, can control the sense of touch via "lying" to nerves, by sending false signals that actually have no real reason to react that way. I don't know if I explained that right.......at all....
Sub powers
Pain Manipulation: Send false signals of pain, or negate signals of pain. Like, he could make someone go through the pain of childbirth by mentally overloading...that...region...with that specific sensation, or negate a similar pain. This power has almost no limits
Temperature Control: While it isn't really temperature control, Jake can send false sensations of heat or cold. For example, he could make fire FEEL freezing cold. Their blood will slow, etc etc, but their finger will still burn. He doesn't actually change the temperature - just what temperature someone reacts to it as.
Miscellaneous: Any other physical sensation, Jake can cause. He can give you the sensation of kissing someone, of hugs, of being painlessly stabbed, of flying through the air - the usual. Everything is based on touch sensations though - he can not make you hear things.
Ergh, my phone won't let me go back. I meant to mention that the powers are augmented with touch, but are mainly telekinetic.
Bio(at least two paragraphs)
Jake was a particularly troublesome person from birth. They say that dying from pain of childbirth is uncommon, correct?
Yes, it is possible to die from pain. Research.
After this dramatic event, the doctors tried to help the child - to their avail. Each of the fingers that touched the baby felt like they were being slowly burnt off. The doctors, sadly, had to leave the baby. The father did the same, in just as much fear as the doctors.
Everyone thought he would die.
But see, fate has a way of saving villians. They are much more interested alive then dead, don't you think?
And who doesn't love an interesting story?
So, after an hour from birth, a lich kidnapped the fatherless and motherless newborn.
The lich didn't know why he chose the particular baby. He just wanted a son, which he could never have until now. And he had a strick code against kidnapping newborns who had a mother and father. So, this son would have to do, although it was strange how everyone seemed to fear the baby.
The lich was a very responsible parent; he kept his past hidden from the baby, taught the baby how to protect himself via magic..well, he tried. The baby had no magic potential besides his ability to control the nerves that control touch. Weird. The lich, however, refused to give up on helping the bab y with its strange form of magic. He helped the baby master the magic by testing it on various animals and people, convincing his son that pain was a pleasurable thing, and that was what the scream were because of.
And Jake, knowing no better , believed his adopted father. Although, his adopted status was unnoticed - his father was constantly in glamour, and his father even named him. Poor thing.
Jake was curious one day, around the age of 6. Was pain really pleasurable? Taking the knife his father had given him, Jake scrapped across his arm, and...
It was the best feeling he had ever had. Oh, the arousal! The complete...perfect...feeling...of.this pain! It was beautiful! How could anything else even compare to pain?
And that is how the cutting started.
At first, the lich didn't notice. His son was constantly out on his own, in the forest, practicing his magic, and the lich trusted him. But after about a week, the lich did notice, but was amazed when he asked about it.
"Son, what is that?"
"It's my scratch marks. I tried pain. It was AWESOME!"
The lich, at a conflict, decided to go along with it.
"Why did you ever doubt me?"
"I'm sorry father."
And so, he continued.
Jake never went to school. His father didn't see a need, and his classmates wouldn't appreciate the pain his son could make. Not even his father and mother could.
And Jake's life was uneventful - besides his constant torturing of people. Blood was a pretty thing, and so were screams.
And then the lich got the mail. It was finally time for his son to become a true villian.
How is Jake a Villian?
Jake is a villian because he honestly doesn't understand other's pain. He sees nothing wrong with brutally, and slowly, torturing someone to death. He honestly believes he is giving them pleasure, and that people love pain.
Belongings
Besides his clothes, Jake has various torture weapons; a knife, a whip, various ropes in which he is rather skilled at using, various devices for slowly crushing body parts, etc. All of these are hidden throughout his clothing, as his dad told him that surprises were much better than obvious things.
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Mwahahahahaha!!
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Name: Myra Lionas
Age: 15
Appearance: Myra would appear to be your average teenager, if not a bit more attractive.. . Her long honey-blonde hair flows down her back, her bangs perfectly surrounding her face. Her dark eyes are a forest-green, popping out against her ivory skin. Her eyes are topped with black, winged eyeliner, bringing them out even more. Her lips are plump, beautifully placed on her symmetrical face.
She wears a navy blue button up shirt with the sleeves cut off. Dark jeans hug her long, skinny legs. Around her wrist is a golden charm bracelet, although it seems to be bare.
Personality: To be RP’d!
Power(s): Myra has the power to shapeshift, whether it be to another person or creature. However, she must have seen the thing she’s turning into to have the transformation to be successful.
Another power of hers is the ability to see a bit of a person’s history by physical contact. If someone were to brush against her, she would see a snapshot of that person, and what they were thinking at that exact moment.
Bio (At least two paragraphs.): Three seconds. Three seconds was all it took to turn a young girl’s life into what seemed like hell. One second to pull the gun. One more to aim. And one last second to pull the trigger, ending her parent’s life. She was there, watching everything. In fact, she was right next to the shooter. The one who promised to make everything better, and for that short few minutes, it was. Her parents were gone and she was free! But her “best friend” wasn’t.
One second to dial the number. One to have the operator pick up. One more for them to hear the gunshot.
From behind the door, Myra’s older brother sat, sobbing into his cell phone. Her giggles echoed throughout the home as she began her deadly game of hide and seek. Although, it wasn’t too long before she spotted her brother. Behind her, a man stood, a gun in his hand and a wicked smile on his face as he let another bullet loose, it rippling through the air into the boy’s skull. Outside of the home, police sirens wailed, begging to be let in. It took two tries for the cops to break through the locked door. When they finally entered, all they saw was a man with a gun, and corpses lying on the floor. Naturally, they took the man away and began their cop-like business, allowing Myra to rise from the floor. She had taken the form of her brother, and it had worked. Slowly, her body morphed back into it’s original form.
When the girl realized that her partner in crime wasn’t going to be released for some time, she decided to take a break from her usual murder sprees. Fast forward to present time, a letter came for her. When she read it, she realized that the school was exactly what she needed, and so now, here she is!
What makes you a villain?: She murders in cold blood with little remorse, seeing how she believes it’s the right thing to do.
Belongings/Inventory: A blade and a pack of gum.
Theme song:
Other: Sorry if the bio didn’t make much sense. TL;DR, a guy promised to help her with an abusive family, took it too far, got put in jail, now she tries to “save” families.
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((Alright, well, uh I have softball. If angel doesn't make something before then, I'll post the intro when I get back.
Bai~.))
Jake stood alone, humming to himself. What was this place? It seemed elegant, so maybe he would be excepted as royalty today? No, too many other people. There was adults though, although none seemed affiliated with the teenagers. Many groups of kids younger than him seemed to be smiling and having fun, so it wasn't a sad event. Hmm...his father had said something about this place being educational, so maybe he would learn more inventive ways to torture people? After all, that was all that really mattered, right? That and power, of course. No, that didn't seem to be it either - no one was wearing loose clothing that could be hiding torture items! Everything was tight, and...well, several outfits were rather arousing.
Jake realized he was staring at someone, and looked away.
Something was different about this school. It wasn't happy, but not sad...the sign that he just noticed augmented this. Something about trouble, and something about happiness.....what the crap?
Jake shrugged and decided it wasn't smart to stand here wondering. So he walked up to one of the teachers, and kindly, politely, happily asked
"So, what exactly is this?"
((Hmm, this is my first monologue for RPs...how'd I do?))
Arthur approached the front of his new school. He was going to do well, prosper, thrive, even... His drive was the same as always. Better himself so that he may get revenge on the people who had tortured him for so long. He strode along to the front door, and seeing it locked,stayed outside. All four feet of him standing there, a group of kids with smug smiles came up to him.
"Oh, and who do we have here?" Said one.
"Just a little kid who got lost!" Said another.
The three laughed. "Listen, kid, give us your stuff, or we'll take it. NOW." Said the third one.
Arthur simply laughed and smiled. "You're so... cute."
Closing his eyes, Arthur began shapeshifting. His pants began to recede up his legs as they grew, toes becoming roots, skin becoming bark, hair becoming twigs and leaves. The same began happening to his shirt and arms, and also his torso, before finally becoming a gigantic, eight foot dryad.
As the three cowered in fear, Arthur grabbed their backpacks, suspending them in air. Removing one backpack and growing another arm, he rummaged through it, and found the books on the book list, as well as some money for lunch. Dropping the other two and taking the backpack, Arthur became a six foot elf with long, jet-black hair to below his shoulders, a sleek and long face, and wearing clothes seemingly made from leaves. He then continued waiting.
((Yep, no one would be getting inside quite yet.))
A teacher glanced over Jake as he approached, asking about the school. He gave him a smile before speaking.
"This is a school, of course! But not a normal one, oh ho.." He gave a chuckle, his smile turning into more of a mischievous smirk. "Here, you'll be learning everything you'll need to become the best villain you'll ever be. Your classes have been tailored to fit you perfectly, at least, based on the letter your parent should have sent in." His attention turned to the boy turning into a giant creature. Before he could speak, the boy already had started walking. So instead, he yelled after him,
"Hey! We're not showcasing our skills yet, so please try to keep yourself under control. There's still a little bit before the doors are opening." His warm tone turned into a stern one before returning to his solemn expression.
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A young girl stood in the crowd, although everyone seemed to be talking around her, as if she wasn't there. The building ahead of her was.. Intimidating, to say the least. It seemed to be popular, judging by the amount of people there. For some reason, they all seemed quite relaxed as if this was a casual thing. But, perhaps it was. Then again, it could just be that their smiles were fake, yet very convincing as they silently evaluated each other. After all, that was the exact thing she was doing, right? Apparently everyone had the same idea.
Letting out a small sigh, the girl pushed through the people, finally emerging from the sea of students. She adjusted her backpack and growled quietly as a stranger slung his arm around her small shoulders. She sent a glare at them and dug two fingers into their rib cage, causing them to jerk slightly and back off. She quickly scurried off, not wishing to already get in a confrontation. She would save that for later. But it seemed someone else was starting early. She listened to the group that wasn't too far from her as they threatened another. However, their insults quickly turned into whimpers. However, she couldn't be bothered to look as this happened.
Her eyes flickered from one person to the next. Finally, her gaze settled on Luna and she took a breath before approaching. Flicking her blonde locks behind her shoulder, Myra gave the girl a halfhearted smile.
"Um, hi.." Her voice was low. She began to awkwardly fidget with the ends of her shirt, glancing up at the girl occasionally.
((We. Get. To. Showcase. Powers.))
((Edited my post. Goodnight))
((Night! I edited my post as well to respond to yours, suh yeah.))
((I like how my character is technically the nicest, least evil character..))
Jake nodded his head in thanks, and wandered off to the crowd, wondering the meaning of what the adult told him. So, this was a school to enhance villainy, and to help improve the best skills of each of these 'villains'? Strange, that didn't make much sense.
Lost in his thoughts, Jake didn't realize when he bumped into Luna, on the back of her shoulder. Well, at least today would be interesting. She would probably be screaming in pain in 3...2....
Jake stared expectingly at his 'victim'.
Myra raised her head, a wave of relief washing over her as the girl gave a smile to her. This wasn't too hard,
"Pretty strangely, actually, seeing as we're currently at a school for.." She hesitated. 'Villain' wasn't exactly the term to describe her, was it? After all, she was saving people from eachother. Her methods were, perhaps, not the most heroic. But she was a hero nonetheless!
"People like us." She finally spoke, nodding once in confirmation. From behind the other girl, another lightly bumped into her. Myra bit back a small smile as she waited for her reaction. Maybe it would reveal a bit more about her true character -- unless this was it. Her worries could be dumped away at any moment now, she could have tapped her shoulder while approaching, shake her hand. That's all she'd have to do to get a glimpse into her mind.
But surprises were much more fun.
Jake was rather surprised by the lack of reaction - her grimace reflected that of a slap more than a bump. She seemed pissed, as she turned angerly at Jake's scarred, injured face with disdain as she unleashed a sort of energy around his neck - causing him to step back only instinctively. Jake smiled delightfully and somewhat crazily at his bondage.
"Ah, you aren't very good at your job, are you? Come on, hurt me! Make me...bleed..."
The word "bleed" slipped off of his lips as if it was the most seductive of things. His neck, full of knife marks, seemed un-injured by the energy, although this was not to Jake's delight.
"Here, let me show you why pain is so delightful."
Turning to a bystander, one who had previously been looking around curiously, and seemed very unlike a villian, Jake activated his power around the victim's knee. The reaction was immediately obvious - screaming that would take everyone's attention, especially since the attempts to talk came out as inaudible jargon. Jake laughed delightfully, not unlike that of The Joker.
"I apologize for my uncharacteristically low amount of pain, but don't you see? Pain is a wonderful thing. Don't the screams just make you feel.. Powerful?"
Again, Jake's eyes were akin to someone on the brink of ecstasy.
"Choke me out, please. Slowly, painfully, and..."
The evil cackle again.
"Maybe even stab me."
((Did I go a bit overboard? Oh well. This is how I think he would reacwhen in a situation where it is possible for him to feel pain. It is basically a drug for him.))
Jake looked saddened by both her reaction and her release of him, although only slightly so.
"It wasn't on purpose, although why would I want to anyway? You seem to have no nerves, just like my father, rendering you nearly immune to the pain. Although your threat is a valid one - the only unfortunate deaths are the painless ones."
Jake shrugged and walked off. This girl was weird, mean, and uninteresting.
Cool.
Jake traveled over to his recent victim, smiling over the writhing body.
Jink steps into the gates of the school, a grim expression adorning her face. Her eyes dart around, trying to take in everything as she stands there, silent for the time being. Lifting a pale hand, she brushes some of her floating hair behind her ear. She always wondered how her hair did what it did, but she didn't ask anyone..It didn't affect anything, didn't help her, didn't hurt her in any way. It was just..There.
Shrugging, she steps forward a bit, then back again. Shaking her head, she walks over to a spot mostly clear of people and sits, adjusting her shirt as she does so.
With a short glance around, she whispers a few things towards her finger. A black flame formed on each of her fingers, besides the thumb. A faint smile passes across Jink's lips as this happens. Her gaze flicks upwards a moment to see if anyone was watching her, before returning to her fingers.
Looking up, she whispers to the fire again. Soon after, the flames grew in size. Nodding, she sent the embers towards a random, unlucky- or rather, lucky, in this case- student. Jake. If the flames hit him, it would slowly climb up his legs, stopping a little above his ankles. It wouldn't be as hot as regular fire, and would be a little easier to put out, if he tried to.
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"Ready?"
"Yes."
Nodding, a being pushed open the doors. The figure was mostly normal, a little on the shorter side, and slightly, er, overweight. Normal. A suit and tie, nothing out of the ordinary.
Until you look at his head. Or rather, heads. Upon the man's shoulders sat two heads, each looking different than the other. The left head spoke up, smiling.
"Hello, students! Welcome to Earth's Academy for Troubled Troublemakers, where you'll learn how to be a better you! Come, come! Inside we go to showcase our powers and get to know each other, and perhaps make alliances..We also have a surprise for you."
How was no one else staring at the body? It was so beautiful...the screams had died down by now, but the writhing was no less pleasurable. If only Jake could reach down and stab the little..
And then Jake found that his legs were on fire.
A new sensation, instead of just pure pleasure, this was more of a mixture of heat and pleasure. His whole body was warm, and he could feel the sweet sensation of pain running through his injured legs. This was awesome!
Jake laughed manically.
"What beautiful devil has given me this wonderful gift?!"
The scream of these words was immediately followed with more laughing. Oh, he could just let himself burn forever...
But no. He realized his legs were burning away, and sighed as he patted them out.
"Darn. I wish it could have last longer..."
Hearing the announcement, Jake smiled.
"It's off to school I go."
Jake laughed again, although less insane than before, as he wandered towards the entrance, hoping someone would stroke against him.
Jink was rather disappointed by Jake's reaction, however, she just sighed and stood. After blowing the flames out, she slowly heads towards the entrance, avoiding physical contact as possible.
As she walks towards the school, she also heads towards Jake. Her eyes dart around every so often so she can keep out of people's way, though her eyes were set on the boy she had set on fire.
Soon, she was next to him. Looking up, she frowns a bit and mumbles a few things crossly before smiling.
"Hey, uh, person. Like pain, huh? I saw you with m-Er, that flame.."
She sighs softly, hoping he doesn't put two and two together to find out she set the fire.
((Bleh, it's a midget post..))
((Synopsis? Sorry for my absence))
((I think ill join back once the doors open, my guy is kinda private and reclusive anyway.))