@Viper Regardless that the big guy yelled in pain the moment the wicked lady ripped his thumb off, he refused to beg. As the masked woman reached for the next one, the leader used his uninjured hand to grab her wrist. “***! Why don’t you just kill me?” He demanded with heavy breaths before adding a number of derogatory statements and curses.
The big guy averted his eyes from her and faced the ceiling as he said the words carefully with bliss, in attempt to tick her off once more. “I’m dying anyway, and I rather die than beg to a woman."
Mr. Carpenter felt that this could go on forever, and so, he quietly stood up to fetch a drink at the empty counter; using his powers to stay unnoticeable. He took a pomegranate wine bottle and filled the glass but the time he held on the stem of the glass, Mr. Carpenter sighed in disappointment upon realizing that in villain-mode, he can’t enjoy drinks with his stupid mask on. All he wanted was to fill his mouth with something as he watches the scene; probably revealing himself later once the large boy dies.
@Mr. Carpenter Viper closed her eyes, sighing as if she was a teacher, and he was merely a student who had given a particularly stupid answer. Her eyes snapped open when he spit on her boot, her upper lip curling in disgust. She pressed her foot down, feeling his rib cage give slightly. She held off killing him just yet, it had been awhile since she was able to do anything like this, Renegade was keeping her busy with stupid guard duty.
Instead she lifted her foot off him and crouched close to his face, eyes studying him from behind her mask and hood. "You said you're not gonna beg, but lets see what happens when I start taking off fingers." She reached down and ripped off his thumb without a second thought, tossing it aside like it was nothing. She hummed and reached for the next one.
“Women are too sensitive. And... are you a feminist?!” The big guy forced the remark out, hoping to get a consolation prize by reigning over their conversation. However, regret became visible in his expression as the female villain placed one booted foot on his chest. His hand crept toward the boot and grabbed it. Asking for mercy will never be included in his options. “You basically beat the hell of out of everyone, why stop on me? I ain’t gonna beg, Lady.”
Talking was getting difficult. And realizing the closeness of her foot to his face, the big guy raised his head and spat a bloody spit on her boot. Then he looked at her with partial courage.
Mr. Carpenter vanished from his spot and appeared inside the bar; now, he was sitting in the dark corner, far from the scene and far from being noticed. He didn’t want to interfere, nor does he want for the police to interfere, and so he began working in the shadows, cutting off whatever call for help by the spectators and witnesses.
@Mr. Carpenter Vipers smile twisted into a snarl. "Good." She growled back, deciding she would save him for last. She let him grab her, rolling her eyes for a second and then sprung into action. Before he could hit her she grabbed the arm holding onto her, using it to swing herself up. She wrapped her thighs around his head, using her weight to pull him down. He flipped over her, crashing into another table.
Viper rolled to her feet, staying crouched as she surveyed the rest of her prey. The rest of the fight was over before it even started. Viper moved through them gracefully, using her body to fight, not just her hands and feet. When it was over all that was left was their leader, struggling to pick himself up from the shattered remnants of the table.
She circled him, examining her blood soaked hands. Blood stained the floor, creating patterns on the wood grains. "Do you know why this is happening?" She asked, the hem of her coat rippling as she walked. "It's because you are a ist pig, who likes to force themselves on women."
She stopped, placing one booted foot on his chest, forcing him down. "Now the question tonight, is whether or not you die. So what shall it be hmm?"
@Viper The biggest of the group eyed the strange woman with confusion. “What’s your problem, lady?” He demanded, but upon waving her bloody fingers at them with a bright smile, the big guy started cracking his knuckles. That struck his pride and ego. There’s no way he’d let her have some satisfaction with this. Nah. Especially if she’s a girl.
“I’m not going to hold back, just because you’re a girl.” He growled. His friends readied themselves to back him up but the big guy shooed them away. This will be easy. He can finish this all by himself. And with that, the big guy grabbed her by the shoulder and raised his other fist, attempting a punch.
However, the blonde of the group-- probably the one with the most sense, had a different opinion. This girl is different. And so, the blonde boy went to check his bloodied friend, pulling out his phone in attempt to dial 911 as he motioned the others to get ready in case their biggest pal gets beaten up as well.
Meanwhile...
Just nearby the bar, cloaking himself in darkness, and using his powers to manipulate reality by diverting the attention of people away from him-- their heads automatically turning somewhere else, (to make him unnoticeable); Mr. Carpenter watched the scene with much curiosity. He never experienced brawls, only mind games. Judging from the scene he is watching: there is no room for mind games here.
@Mr. Carpenter Viper locked eyes on her intended target the second she entered the bar. He was sitting there, his friends surrounding him as he regaled them with stories of what he'd done the other night. She didn't care about that, she cared about what he had almost done to her weeks ago when she had been out of costume and surrounded by witnesses.
She approached his group, people scattering as she walked past. Most of them recognized either her, or her costume. They knew where ever she went destruction and chaos followed, so they wisely vacated the premises.
The thugs still hadn't noticed her so made her presence known theatrically. She punched the man in front of her, her hand going through him easily. The others froze, staring at their friend. He chocked, blood dripping from his mouth and then he fell forward as Viper pulled her hand out. She smiled at the men, her white smile bright against her tan face.
"Hello." She cooed, waving her bloody fingers at them.
The bar was his least favorite place to spectate (from the rooftop of a random establishment), even if it shelters majority of the troubles. Incidents from that area are very amusing to watch; the place mostly reeks human despair, hysteria, or sometimes—stupidity. Unfortunately, too much of it (especially stupidity) disappoints the cultured villain.
The masked villain leaned toward the edge, resting his elbows on the smooth surface of the railing as his eyes roam around the city. It was tempting to cause trouble but the thought of humans creating trouble for themselves seems better. The irony that comes out of it; especially when they claim to be supreme among living species.
As another minute passes by, Mr. Carpenter started to lose interest. He might as well head back home; however, the bar—always the bar, would get his attention in the last minute.
It seems that someone he knows is making a scene; he might as well check it out.
Power: Weather Manipulation, Immunity to temperature extremes
Origin Story: Valentina’s parents knew for a long time that their daughters were different. They did everything they could to keep their gifts a secret, including moving from their home in Mexico to America so the local cartel wouldn’t find out and try to use their powers to their advantage. Valentina had always been anti everything. Every week there was something she was protesting, whether it was too much homework, or the local dog pound was putting down animals too early. As she got older this sense of justice grew stronger and she and her sister realized they could actually make a difference with their powers. Her sister could control the earth and the plants on it, so she skipped college and went to work in the rainforests. But Valentina stayed, turning her eyes to the corrupt government and corporations polluting her beloved earth. They were going to pay.
Tragic Flaw or Weaknesses: Valentina’s tragic flaw is that she has no idea what she wants from life, and lacks the will to commit to anything. Her powers take concentration, so if that concentration is broken she becomes open to attacks.
Physique: https://c1.staticflickr.com/7/6215/6242410917_2ab3d7ce08_z.jpg
Tempestas’ costume is simple: black spandex like material covers her from her chest down, heeled boots that come up mid thigh, and black and grey cape that covers her neck and shoulders. She wears fingerless gloves that cover her arms up to her elbows, and uses a domino mask to conceal her identity.
Superhero Personality, and how they appear in public: The name Tempestas comes from the goddess of storms, and she embodies that persona when she becomes Tempestas. Regal and fierce. She doesn’t engage in petty verbal spats, or any sort of fighting unless necessary.
Could you please add Kuranosuke Koibushi for me?
I know he's not entirely original, but I plan on maiking him a completely new person.
If that's not okay, I understand.
Freetime: When Finn isn’t trying to make others’ lives awful, he’ll most likely be found in a tattoo-studio, either getting a tattoo himself or inking others. Also, he likes to creep on people in dark alley ways, or scare girls in night clubs.
Trivia Info: Finn has a total of 315 tattoos, of which 176 show insects and 139 show bones. After his surgery, he used all his begged money for tattoos. He got his first tattoo at the age of 16, and it showed a Jolly Rogers. After that, more and more tattoos followed, and at the age of 17, he decided to completely cover himself in tattoos, and they should show a skeleton when completed.
‘Villain Info’
Name: Zombie
Power: Necrokinesis/Death-Force Manipulation, esp. Death Sense & Reanimation
Team: Unalinged – Even though he’s more of a Villain, Finn doesn’t feel like he belongs to a team, and doesn’t want to identify himself with others.
Origin Story: Finn doesn’t know whether he always had these powers, or whether they appeared after the surgery on his brain, but he does know that when waking up, they strangely were there. If he went to a place, he would suddenly have blurry visions of a person being shot there, of a girl being and killed, of horrible deaths the then 16-year-old couldn’t handle. But he had to, because those things would happen more and more often. And then he reanimated a dead dog for the very first time. His newly found powers were undeniable by then. His uncle helped him to cope with all the mess, but it was clear that he viewed the boy differently after that. The time Finn moved was also the time he decided not to use his powers for good anymore. He knew he could solve cold cases, could work for the hospital maybe, but because there were never people helping him, he decided that nobody deserved his help either. Nobody but his uncle. Whenever he would be in trouble, Finn would be right there to help him. Finn is a hard shell to crack.