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A WorlD WherE NothinG iS BlacK AnD WhitE.

Elseworld, the masterpiece of the Elder Gods.

A world made of worlds, a galaxy in its own right.

Elseworld, the masterpiece.


Location: Fahrenheit Valley, Capital City.

"This just in, a group of terrorists, known only as Ars Goetia, have seized the Commercial Beacon Building in the central city. Police and Armed Response units are analyzing the situation, but no plan of action has been confirmed so far."

The city has begun to fall siege to criminal powers, the hands of the government are tied between taking radical action and maintaining a balance within the populous.

And as the day draws on the plot thickens, as a dark shadow falls over the government of the city itself.

razz rofilE:

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Skill(s): (If Any)

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Appearance: (TekTek design, if at all possible.)

Finished Profiles can be found here!

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Okay, since there will obviously be battles between good and evil, there will most likely be factions, organizations and teams.

If you're planning to form a team or one of the above, please let me know so I can add you to this list.

So far;

Factions:

Ars Goetia- A faction of criminal masterminds and superpowered career criminals.

Members:

Seraphael,
Belial,
Azrael,
Morrigan,

"Lazarus..."
"What?"
"Lazarus... It's time..."
"Time for what?"
"Time for your debut."
"Yeah, that."

Belial replayed that phone-call over and over in his head, his mind searched it for clues, for hints as to the identity of his employer. The one man with more power than himself.

"Fahrenheit..." Belial smiled, leaning over the edge of the rooftop that he was occupying, watching the people bustle about below, like miniature ants, 'to-ing and fro-ing' about their day.

"Fahrenheit... you've poisoned me..." He grimaced quite spontaneously, looking away from the street to the adjacent building.
The Al-De-Bert Hall, a massive tower, home to the Royal Family's crown jewels, to the vaults of multi-billionaires, the treasures of centuries lost, but of most interest to Belial, the Crimson Tear of Krona.

"Take it, take it and we shall be unstoppable!"
He turned to a small team of men, each donned with black camouflage and stealthy tactical equipment.
"Let's get this rolling." He whispered to them.

"So like I was saying Hotpants, The Yellow Stone National Park will forever be a taboo that I will no longer set foot in."The phone at his desk rang. It was Ms. Withers. Victor rolled his eyes. He hung up before she was done and stood up from his desk." Yogi Bear has forever tainted its most sacred lands!" Victor paused for a moment and cleared his voice, His normal speaking voice was not that of Mr. Victor Elliot Deputy Mayor, but that of a man who has devoted his life to a more....important cause. "Well Ricky it's show time, Mr. Gold wants us in his office, if its about the missing revenue we used for the CAR remember that it is now in a special fund that I'll call operation Secret Santa." He grabbed his suit jacket from his chair. Victor refused to be seen without a three piece suit on he always like to look sharp. He adjusted his bowtie "We should probably get him just a fat stack of cash for his birthday or something. Right that down Ricky it's Gold!" They left their small corner office and rushed to the Mayor in his time of need.

Helen looked outside of the window from the 48th floor. She gazed over the city. Yeah sure it looked nice from up here but she knew better. Down in the streets the people are rotten to the core. All of them deserved to die a slow and painful death. But this wasn't the time for that.

As she adjusted her eyesight she clearly saw her own reflection. Helen was wearing a rather tight uniform with a miniskirt. The outfit brought out the best of her figure. She didn't mind wearing this at all. Too bad she wouldn't wear it for the rest of the night. Carefully she moved some of her green locks out of her face. She put on her kind smile and turned around again.

She was attending to one of the most important parties ever. All the hotshots and power-players of the city were here. All those people who thought they were better then the common citizen. Helen softly shook her head. No Helen..this isn't the time for that. You have a mission

"Let's get this rolling." a voice whispered in her ear. She got goosebumps. It was finally beginning.

A tray of food was on the cart next to her. When nobody looked she licked a few pieces to infect them. Before everything started she had already tossed a little surprise into the Wine Mixer.

With a smile on her face she picked up the tray and walked up to the nearest victims. "Would you like a small snack sir?" She politely asked her potential victims.

The time was about right. She looked over to the guard and walked up to them with the tray. They were still on guard but they softened up a bit when they saw her. Then again who wouldn't when a smoking hot woman in a tight outfit PLUS a miniskirt walked your way.

One of them tried to say something to her as she arrived but she quickly put her finger on his lips.

"Shhh quiet boys. I'm not allowed to do this but..I am sure you could go for a little drink or snack right?" She said with a wink and removed her finger from his lips. They seemed to be a bit hesitant at first but then greedy ate and drank as fast as they could.

When they were done she thanked them and gave on lucky sod a kiss on the cheek and sneakishly licked his ear fast. As she walked away with a mild a** shake she could hear the guards talking jealous to the luck b*****d.

"Dude..she totally wants me." He said with confidense

"Yeah right, since we look alike she wanted me but just confused you for me" The other replied

"Suuure.." he replied but then suddenly reached for his throat."Can't..breathe..." He tried to tell the others

"Somebody get some help over here!" The other guard yelled but he too didn't feel too well.

"Okay..come on in honey. The flies have been infected" she whispered to Belial

"Ah, Victor." Richard smiled, his aging face relaxed, a smile playing his lips.
"It's good to see you in such a good mood!"

"I'm just taking an aspirin, I've had a rather rough evening, to be most honest."

"I take it you got my memo?" Richard sighed, motioning to both Victor and Ricky.
Their look told him otherwise.

"The memo about the threats against the Crimson Tear of Krona?" He added, trying to inspire something in the two.

"Ms. Withers, you're fired." Richard grunted, pressing the small intercom button on his desk.

"Now, I need your help, guys..."