Dev slipped into the warehouse, a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses on their face that somehow accented the black lipstick they wore. They swiped a banana muffin and sat in a chair, pulling up another chair to rest their feet on. They did this all while keeping quiet, well, quiet enough that when they spoke it was quite startling. "Hey, can I have the rest of the muffin's when the meeting's over?"
Um, is it to late to join? Anyways here's my villain.Feel free to kick her out if you need to.
Name: Iona
Alias: Queen of Darkness
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Vampire
Height/Weight: 5 ft 5 in. 135 lbs.
Hair Style/Color: Long, straight, black, widow's peak
Apparel: Kimonos
Powers:Dark magic
Team Members/Sidekick: She has minions, Eclipsa, Nathan, Zeus, and many others
Origins: Was kicked of the mainland due to being a vampire, used dark magic to build a new life for herself and her friends on the island, but the price of using dark magic is your soul. She started using dark magic to do evil.Her friends couldn't kill her(they tried) so instead they trapped her in time.
Enemy/Enemies: Her backstabbing friends and everyone who helps them.
(Yes, you may join. 😊)
Vortex looked up from where he sat waiting, light reflecting off of the surface of his tinted full-face plexiglass mask. He examines the person that asked about the muffins.
"If there's any left over you're more than welcome to them."
Abraxas was sitting criss-crossed on one of the chairs sipping…something out of a short glass. A cane with a jade handle in the visage of a tiger sat in his lap. His dark hair was tied back and he had two thin daggers sheathed in his belt which looked kind of dangerous because if he shifted wrong they would most certainly stab him in the legs.
"You two are awfully polite for Supervillains." He winked at Dev. "Wish I could say the same for myself but, unfortunately," He spread his hands "I'm a fucking demon."
(I should add that Oliver/Vortex doesn't see himself as a villain to his profile.)
"We 'supervillains' can be civilized," Vortex says, turning his attention to Abraxas. "I am Vortex. I can open black holes, use them to transport things, myself, and even get rid of people that foolishly get in my way."
Dev munched on the muffin, talking through the food in their mouth. "I'm Dev, lawyer, part time supervillain I guess." They shrugged, smiling at the taste of the muffin. Damn they liked muffins. "Oh, and I guess I'm a null ghost, if that makes any sense to you."
Abraxas put his drink on the floor and clasped his hands. "Lovely. My given name is Abraxas. I am a Knight of Hell and a shapeshifter meaning that I can change shape into anything a want." He winked again. Not at anyone in particular but just a general wink. "And that means anything." His words were becoming slurred and he silently wondered what he had been drinking. Perhaps an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting would have been more appropriate.
"Oooh, a knight. Does that give your friends any.. I don't know, perks when they get there? If I ever end up there I'm going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble." Dev stood up, walking past Abraxas's chair on their way to the snack table. They, of course, grabbed his drink and downed it.
"So," Vortex starts, crossing arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles. "Anyone got any problems?"
"Other than coming up with where I'm getting the money to pay off student costs, not really. I came to see if anyone had anything interesting. Or anyone interesting, 'm not picky." Dev tossed the glass from the drink in the trash can along with the muffin wrapper.
(Dev is absolute SHIT at moral support)
Iona scoffed from her place in the mirror. " Interesting ? I'm trapped in time, nothing interesting has happened for almost a million years."
She gazed at the muffins wistfully.
"I haven't even eaten in a million years."
(She's in the room with them, right?"
(shes using magic to facetime them)
(Ah!)
"Well fuck then lady, come get a muffin. Or don't, more for me." Dev shrugged, grabbing another muffin and stuffing it in his mouth. "Hey, uhh, demon dude, after this you want to get absolutely smashed? You have good taste in alcohol."
Iona flopped down on her couch. "'Come get a muffin'. Mortals these days"
"I need ideas on how to move up to 'Number One' in the Pentas…. Without alerting the others."
" Number one in Pentas? " asked Iona, "Speak English, I can't understand you."
"That was English!" Sighing, he continues. "The Pentas are a secretive, underground criminal organization made up of crime lords from five different cities."
Pausing, he leans down to grab his drink and slides his straw under his mask. "I hold the rank of 'Number Five', but want to move up to 'Number One'; to move up, a higher rank must die."
Abraxas looked up at Dev and squinted. "That wasn't alcohol but yes, let's go drinking after this. I'm always up for a drink." He looked down at his hand and when he didn't find the glass there he slumped down in his seat dramatically. "Of course I have problems! My boyfriends is out on some 'quest' for some bitch and I haven't seen him in weeks."
"Y'all, a little bit of arson and murder could solve all your problems. Hire some hitmen, a scapegoat, and a lawyer." Dev pulled a juicebox out of their bag and opened it up. It was a bit of a strange sight to see someone as punk looking as Dev drink out of a juice box.
Vortex tilt his head up and loosened his tie. "I've thought about that, but the Pentas have a psychic that wipes the identity of the others from our memory."
Dev hummed, tapping their finger against their nose. "Have you tried a psychic block? There are some drugs on the market that create a small box of memories that can't be broken into, no matter what. I've used it against some pretty top notch psychics. You could also become friends with the psychic, seduce them if you see fit."
"Or," Abraxas started. "Or you could simply torture whoever you do know until they tell you. Torture works every time." He slumped out of the chair and sat on the floor. "I miss torture. I haven't tortured anyone in months."
Dev finished their juice box and crushed it. "Eh, I prefer physiological warfare then actual bloody bloody gore." They tossed the juice box in the trash can. "Though there's not much of it when you're robbing a bank…"
"Torture." sighed Iona. "It solves so many problems. What would we do without it?" she looked toward Vortex. "Kill the psychic."
"Nonsense Dev! There is always both time and opportunity for torture." Abraxas stumbled over to the snack table leaning on his cane. He tapped the table before spinning dramatically back towards the group. "Where's the gin?"
Vortex sat and considered the options for a while, completely silent while he thought. "Sending the psychic into a rift would work, now that you mention it."
He shifts in his seat, readjusting himself until he's comfortable again. The burn on his arm stings a bit from when he last fought Flame. He removes his outer suit jacket, and pulls up his sleeve to reveal a wrap. Removing it, he goes about redressing the injury with medical gear that he had stored in 'The Void'.
"Well anyways, once we finish up here I have to contact that sorry-excuse-for-a-shell-of-a-human-being that is Nathan." said Iona "I might kill him soon. He's not very good at his job, and he's quite replaceable."