| Necromore; Brynnette Randelle | |
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| Andre | Jun 17 2008, 08:29 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Brynnette Randelle Alias: Necromore Age: 17 DoB: June 1st, 1991 Alliance: Villian Height: 5'10" Weight: Ask. Die. The End. (139 lbs) Birthplace: Unknown Powers: She wields power over shadows, easily forming them in an aura to protect herself, or to attack. She can teleport but sinking into the shadows and appearing in another if it is large enough. Her shadow aura can split into minions that obey her every whim, hold her victims in place if they aren't strong enough to break free, form shadow wings on her back or shield. A simple shadow can be her minion, her toy, it can be whipped at her enemy's in the form of a razor-sharp wire, it can stretch out for her every wish. Of course this has its limits. Shadows are cast by light. Therefore if there is no light, she can't use her abilities. In which case she has trained herself to be a skillful and graceful fighter, wielding dual blades, both always stained with the blood of those who she massacred. Items: Two medium sized blades, fairly lightweight, but deadly sharp. Each have an engraving on the side, written in Latin, though there's often too much blood on it to be read. Personality: Viciously cruel to no end, this young woman has slaughtered thousands without so much as a hesitating second. In her eyes, regular humans with no power are simply pieces of meat, and things she can toy with whenever she wishes. The sight and smell of blood pleases her. Even the taste is often sweet, though she does not indulge in consuming it. She is smart and quickly, strong and ruthless, a fighting machine, no a killing machine. One sight of her is a short sight, often followed by a darkening, smothering shadow, or a blur of silver, bloody blades. No one has ever seen her more than once. She kills anyone that lays eyes on her, even for a nanosecond. And she will notice, being extremely alert, observant in her ways, even when she appears indifferent. Nothing gets by Necromore. Appearence: Necromore History: Brynnette was not always the viciously evil person she is now. When she was a young girl she was happy, with a loving family and good friends. But one day, at her birthday party, a gang barged into their home, shooting and killing anyone insight. Brynnette had just turned five and she was watching her loved ones fall to the ground in a bloody heap, hearing screams and rapid fire sounded by the machine guns. She had run to hide, her parents helping her. After things became silent, she walked back into the living room and was horrified as she saw all of her family and friends lying dead on the floors, blood forming large puddles beneath them, and blood sprayed all over the wall, the gifts. Even her cake was covered in blood. Brynnette went pale, seeing how uncaring and cold people could be. Crying heavily, she began questioning everything. Her faith in people crumbled away, and cold walls were built around her heart, never to be broken. She hated humanity, they were a disgusting and putrid race of selfish, cruel murderers, liars...In this world, she told herself, if you want to be on top, you have to be the most vicious and cruel of them all. That was what she learned over time, leading to the villain she had become, standing proud and tall on a rooftop, staring at the city that would soon crumble and fall to her feet. How did she come of her power? Was it in her blood? Was it bestowed upon her by some greater darkness? Neither. She was born an ordinary girl. And greater darkness then her was something that couldn't even exist in nightmares. No, Brynnette stole a mysterious serum from a lab, mistaking it for a cure from a disease, something that would be worth a fortune. Instead, she ended up accidentally spilling the chemical, which was absorbed into her skin as a fast rate. It caused a burning pain all over, dark marks appearing on her limbs, taking a pattern resembling a tribal tattoo. The marks never left, but that no longer bothered Brynnette. She soon learned that she had the power to harness shadows, making them bent to her will. She began experimenting with all that she could do, her lips forming a wicked grin. She had a power. A power all her one, that she would cherish deeply. She began using it for her personal gain, but quickly grew bored. She wished to spill blood, so much of it. Taking out her dual blades, she smirked, knowing they could cut through a human's flesh like a knife through butter. Combining them with her shadow powers, she began a deadly threat to anyone she laid eyes on, and anyone who laid eyes on her. She was no longer Brynnette Randelle. She was Necromore. |
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