Villain
Queen of Hearts/Nightshade
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27
Years Old
Female
Pansexual
"Lips like sugar, blood like poison."
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Post by Isabella Woodrue on Apr 22, 2015 8:14:22 GMT -6
"Good, because I've never been too good with dealing with threats. The mess left behind is always so difficult to clean up, not even the Green can always help me with that," she cooed. It wasn't a lie, though. She had never been too great with people threatening her. Then again, that was more so because she didn't believe that they really had any real merit. Most men didn't, after all. They were usually better as plant fodder and even then, that wasn't always able to dispose of everything. On the other hand, the animals usually had a nice little feast of what was left, such as bones and the like. "And I would hate to see you turn into food for my darlings, dear king. Especially before we get to really discuss the terms of our... alliance."
He told her not to count herself out, which was oh so sweet of him, hint at the obvious sarcasm. He had a biased even if he didn't show it. But she knew it. And she also knew damn well that she was likely the best of them in this room, save for maybe Max himself, though she hardly believed him her superior, not really. Equal? Maybe, though even that was pushing it. He was close to being her equal, though, but an animal could never truly be an equal to that in which helps truly keep them alive. "Even stories have to start out from some sort of truth, yes? I'm sure they are far more than stories, though what you believe is all on you in the end." Not like he didn't know her skills anyway, but no one had to know that. She took another sip from her wine, a very small one, before she thought her eyes caught sight of a very familiar form. Not the blonde in the mask. No, the other one that seemed to be awkwardly moving about the ballroom. She most definitely knew that woman and her heart started to sink when she saw that she had joined the Joker up on the balcony. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
"About the Joker? I haven't heard much. Aside from what that girl has told me," she whispered to Max, her eyes set on Melody. "The woman beside the Joker, however, I know all too well. She is the newest in what seems to be a ridiculous line of submissive henchwenchs to be named 'Harley Quinn'." She didn't mention the fact that it was a friend as well, Max didn't need to know about every little person she spent her time with after all. She listened to the Joker's little spiel and, quite honestly, she didn't care for it. She had her own team already, and she wasn't about to become apart of anything that had the Joker's name on it. "This was a wasted trip for me it seems."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 23:10:00 GMT -6
Their friendly roleplaying was cut off by Joker and her newest Harley Quinn. He stood there calmly and listened. He sipped his wine, pressing his hand calmly to her lower back. He stood there, impressed. It wasn't a terrible plan. Sure some had tried to bring together a handful before. Not to mention some had also brought together more, but no much in the way of BIG names. No, Joker was going big. Every villain and then some were here. Although as he scanned the crowd he noticed a lack of a top hat. He'd heard of a new Mad Hatter running around and very much was impressed. Trying to be more Kingpin than super villain, not terrible. But he didn't strike him as the type of person to run with a big group like this. He paid no mind to the hand on her back. After their flirting, and their known connection, most wouldn't think anything of it.
'Do not be so certain my Queen. I like to play the long game. She could prove an interesting ally. Plus your in with the idiot could prove useful. Nightshade may not be interested but the Gang is. We will be the good ally, for now.'
He tapped out on her lower back in morse code. He'd insisted she learn it while he was trying to manipulate objects in gas form. That way he could communicate with her. Of course it seemed a bus so far, she claimed to understand him. He ignored the fact she made things up as she went along. So far she'd acted appropriately so he couldn't truly be angry.
"SO she's trying to recreate the Injustice League, adorable. Although she might actually know what she's doing."
He said calmly as he observed, listening. He ignored the fact about parents allying with enemies. Sure maybe her small level father had, but not his. Not to mention if he had allied, likely with the Howlett family, it was part of the plan. He, like his father, played the long game.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 14:28:16 GMT -6
Leif kept his eyes locked on the Joker through her whole speech, making no outward signs of his emotions. Maybe he wasn't as villainous as her. He didn't want to destroy the world, and wanting it to burn would be in sad ignorance of his Jotunn heritage. He himself had helped out at the battle in New York, and he knew it was no trickster’s place to kill so overtly. No, subtlety was always needed and his experience of large alliances was very much in favour of creative rights being forgotten. This group was so large that betraying or manipulating it would be nigh-on suicidal. It would be the best counsel to either leave them alone, or to support them only when they needed a trickster-warlock and when their interests lined up. Her speech was riddled with mistakes, although Leif could pick up no actual lies. She believed what she had been saying. He doubted he could have done a better job of misleading her. He also knew that if just his father- ignoring every other villain’s predecessors- had wanted to destroy the world, that one of his prepared magical attacks would have been enough force to decimate the planet. ”If you really wanted to betray them, you could get away with it. You know Midgardians could not follow.””And be trapped in Asgard itself? Brilliant.”There was a slight pause between their mental communications as the Joker finished off. Leif could see a few of the villains murmuring assent, enough that this "League" was still likely to be made. ”What is the betting on this falling apart within an hour?"”It’s hardly a brilliant plan. It’s been done numerous times before, and with far less obvious groups, who have all failed. It’s a well-known fact that the chances of a supervillain not being egotistical – at least for long enough for this joker’s schemes to work- are smaller than the chances of you spontaneously liking felines.”
”And the heroes have always done such a brilliant job at being ahead of our number.”Every way he looked at it, this “Injustice League” would be a hindrance on his own plans if he were to become a real part of it. ”You really are the joker aren't you?” He murmured aloud, with just enough volume that those closest to him would be able to hear.
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Villain
Harley Quinn
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24
Years Old
Female
Lesbian
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Post by Melody Talent on Apr 26, 2015 13:11:29 GMT -6
As Melody saw the smile on Josie's face, her own grin grew. That was the expression she really wanted to see. She stepped up beside Josie, and felt a warm feeling as they linked arms. She moved closer to Josie, almost trying to snuggle up to her side, still only with their arms linked. It probably wasn't the most professional front to put up, but Josie had started it, which she took as a go-ahead to keep it going. With her other hand, she fussed with her stupid skirt on her stupid dress. A lot of the fuss was trying to pull the skirt down somewhat. She was still happy she wasn't in a stupid long gown with a skirt down to her feet, but she was aware that a short skirt on a raised balcony like this could lead to awkwardness if she wasn't careful. "Hey there boss," She said to Josie, keeping the same quiet tone. She still wasn't about to admit how much she loved being called that. "I've been around, doing some "mingling"." Which was a lie, but if Josie had been doing it, she didn't want her thinking that Melody had just been sitting around sulking, which she had been doing.
As Josie started her speech, Melody started nodding along. She was listening, as it sounded important, but she still didn't like the sound of an Injustice League. Sure, all the stuff about the world burning and the wretched heroes trembling, but she didn't see why they needed so many other people. Other people would just get in the way of them and between them, and Melody really didn't want that.
As she stood, somewhat curled into Josie, she started to idly scan the crowd, and then she stiffened slightly as she saw someone she recognised. Not that she minded seeing Issy. As a matter of fact she loved seeing her friend, but she knew Issy didn't approve of her and Josie, and she'd never seen her in her Harley Quinn role. She gave Issy a small smile and wave, trying not to make it obvious to her Joker. But then she leaned slightly into Josie and asked a quiet question. "How come you get to wear costume and I don't?" She asked, and managed to sound both teasing and complaining at the same time. She was aware that that question might be pushing her luck a bit, especially as a complaint, and she hoped Josie didn't mind.
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Villain
Red Hood
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26
Years Old
Male
Heterosexual
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 21, 2015 1:24:58 GMT -6
The ball was an interesting place. There were a lot of criminals here. Some Owen recognized, some he didn't. There were a few from Gotham that he did though. He'd found the invite on a patrol at some point. Someone in their infinite wisdom invited him here. He steered clear of anyone that might recognize him. He was sticking to a t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket along with his domino mask and body armor underneath. He was enjoying some punch and some of the random appetizers floating around. He could tell this wasn't a sting, because the food was decent.
The Feds never seemed to spend decent money on food for a sting. Which made sense. Also, there was too much mingling. They probably could have nuked the place and it would have been easier to take out everyone. Owen paused. That was a good idea. He should probably write that down. It was decent. Unless of course it was happening now. In which case, he was not a fan. He'd heard all the theories as to why they were here. And he found most of them boring quite honestly. He came to see what the novelty was about, but these villains had no imagination.
Owen was fairly sure an Injustice League sounded like a horrible idea. The reason the Justice League and Avengers worked so well was because the good guys all wanted the same things. A bunch of villains in a group would eat each other. Villains didn't cooperate because they all wanted to do what they wanted. Even Owen knew that was the reason there were only two Sith. Clearly, no one else here read Star Wars books. Then Owen saw someone dressed as a Joker take the podium. He clenched his teeth. Speaking of reasons this wouldn't work. There was one wearing a grin and bullseye.
When a man in a three piece suit asked if she was really the Joker, Owen laughed. Loudly. He laughed loud enough for everyone to hear. "Please. That's not the Joker. She lacks a crowbar. And I don't see any Robins around. Anyone else? That's just a pretender."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 2:35:26 GMT -6
[/font]his is a dumb idea. Like, seriously. On a scale from one to ten, this ranks about as dumb as that guy’s outfit. You look like an anal plug." His words were muffled through the pastry that he had stuffed into his mouth. He gestured at a random thug in the distance and quickly lost interest in continuing to make fun of him. He was sober. This was somewhat of a rare occurrence. He had spent most of the past two years in a drunken stupor, but for some reason he had chosen tonight to take a bit of a break. One could suggest that he had some sort of self-control, but that was a lie. It was more likely than not to hold back the homicidal urges that being in a room full of scumbags tended to bring forward. Had he come drunk, he probably would have jihaded the place real quick. Not to mention, if Owen died life would be somewhat boring. ■"It's going to be a day before somebody has a knife in their back. I take that back, somebody is probably already bleeding out in the bathroom." He would neither confirm nor deny that such a statement was true. He may have possibly stabbed somebody. He wasn't sure who. He knew he was some low-level thug, and he just felt like throttling somebody. Sometimes you just need to let it out. The urge builds. You try to keep it in. Then you walk into a school while listening to Marilyn Manson and start mowing people down. He really wasn't about such extreme displays of aggression. He preferred the more subtle variety. Leaning back in his chair, he gazed over Owen’s shoulder casually. He hadn’t really paid all that much attention to the speakers, or really the subject matter. Anytime he attempted to pay attention he had the urge to pull out his bow and put an arrow through somebody’s chest.This wasn’t a gathering so much as it was as shooting range waiting to happen. Most of the villains in the room were ones he was familiar with. Hell, ones that he had probably gone toe-to-toe with at some point or another. All of which were people he wanted to see dead. Most of which were ones he would be more than glad to put out of their (or his,) misery. ■“And has anything ever gone wrong when you have a lunatic in the position of leadership? Have any of you watched any movie ever? Or looked into a history book? I mean, c’mon. This is dumb.”[/div][/ul][/ul][/ul][/blockquote]
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