Post by Akasha on Aug 15, 2012 16:25:29 GMT -5
Super Identity and Secret Identity: Akasha, better known as Queen of the Damned,
Alliance: Villains
Gender Preference: Female
Age: Mid twenties, but has been frozen for a while.
Birthday: 16th of January
Personality: Akasha is a shallow person, with a rotten heart. She lacks compassion, she lacks morals and she lacks ethics. When she has a goal, she will do everything to achieve it, no matter the costs. The higher the death toll, the better sometimes. Her dark personality has been amplified by her powers, since she knows she can get away with it now.
Despite this, she won’t hesitate to put up a front of she feels like it will get her something. Once you stop being useful, you’ll see her true face. She won’t hesitate to betray you, even kill you if you do.
Appearance: Akasha looks like a lovely young woman. According to some, she was almost too pretty, for her prettiness almost overcame her sense of majesty or deep mystery. She is a dark skinned woman with pretty, long black hair and green eyes.
Akasha doesn’t walk. She strides. She holds herself like a queen, chin high and back straight. Her name, queen of the damned, is very fitting. You won’t see her slumping in her seat or dragging her feet.
When she is out, trying to take over change the world, she often wears a get up fit for a queen, inspired by the robes the queens of Egypt used to wear. Otherwise she would look like your usual gold digger. Akasha is a sucker for jewellery and brands.
History: Akasha was young when she married her husband Enkil. Both were of foreign heritage. Enkil was young, and rich. She was his trophy wife and he was her money source. It seemed like the perfect deal. Enkil encouraged her to sign up for the testing. He never intended for his wife to be what she became today.
Akasha was the first mutt kid. That is why she sees herself as the queen of the damned, the mother of all. After finding out that the tests had drastically changed her, she despaired, until she found out in what way exactly they had changed her. Enkil did not approve of the manner in which she used them. One night, after biting someone, she found out that she was in some manner poisonous, and that she could mutate others.
Of course she wanted to try this out on her husband, but he failed to adapt to the mutation. Deciding that he was not good enough, she murdered him. Incredibrand found out about this and locked her up.
A hundred years later, she awoke when the power failed. Consumed by hate for those who were not worthy of air, who had dared to lock her up, she decided that the world should be changed. Men had always reigned. It was the fault of the men that this had happened. Akasha decided that it was time for the women to reign over the Earth now, lead by the glorious mutt kids who would worship her, their protector, the one who freed the women, as their new Goddess.
Secret Identity: Akasha doesn’t really have a secret identity. She was the wife of a prominent and rich researcher. His money has only grown over the years she wasn’t there. When she isn’t out roaming the streets or trying to kill all the men, she is plotting somewhere.
Power: Pyrokinetic, immortality unless killed, telekinesis and enhanced strength, senses and speed. She also can mutate people with her bite.
RP Sample: “We’ve created a monster.”
That were his last words. Enkil, Akasha mused, got what he deserved for calling her a monster. She was not a monster. Men, they were the monsters. For millenia, they had dominated the Earth, suppressed those who were truly strong; the women.
She strode through the city, dressed in inconspicuous clothes. For now, she did not want people to cower. Their goddess had decided to walk among them, tonight. A night to compose her thoughts, to rest.
Sometimes, it frustrated her. That she thought so much about the man who had made her what she was today. Enkil had been rich, had been young and handsome, and above all useful. Akasha hadn’t bothered to clear out the stuffy rooms that had been gathering dust for decades when she returned to the manor. The house was filled with baubles and pretty shiny object, with reminders of the life she used to share with him.
Akasha had never loved him. He had probably had, in the manner that one loved a pretty painting. Their marriage had been nothing more than a contract; she had been his trophy wife, the beautiful woman by his side to impress his friends. She had been allowed to use his money.
Enkil had been the proof that women were stronger, always had been. After all, she had been the one to survive the mutation whereas he died. Maybe she had helped him along the way, but that is what you got for calling you future goddess a monster.
“Ey, these are dangerous places for a missy such a you.” Akasha stopped in her track, barely turning her head.
“Oh. Really?”
“Yeah” a second man said, nearing her. Akasha smiled. “Might be bad folks on the streets.”
He reached out to grab her arm. She tore it off, tossing it to the ground. The other man screamed, trying to run away but she was faster than him, knocking him to the ground next to the other man.
When the police arrived at the scene, they found little more than pieces of flesh and blood. There was no trace of the feral killer.
Other: Due to the fact that she has enhanced senses, she'd rather avoid the sun, since she gets blinded easily.
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