A character I thought of, for a future arc perhaps
First attempt of a villainous character
Birth Name: Amber Jones
Cult Name: sensum animi (the sense of the mind)
Age: 19 (2 years younger than Lila, so depends time of future arc)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long jet black hair, dark eye make up, green eyes, face of a model, fair skin. Ussually dresses in clothes such as
Gothic Lolita
EX1 EX2
Leather Outfits
EX1 EX2
Uses dark, yet classy clothing when blending in with crowds
Personality: Origianlly shy, loving, and a a bit of an outcast, now bi-polar, a sociopath, and quite psychotic as well. she talks cryptically, her words are usually a puzzle themselves. she hates humanity with a passion. She is very manipulative and uses her appearance to decieve and get what she wants. But to get to the point: She's completely bonkers.
Occupation: The Servant of the Goddess
Ability: She has the ability to shut down (not permanantly) the human body senses Including: Taste, smell, hearing, sight, touch, pain, and
more
She can use shutting down the sense of pain to her advantage, but she still is damaged (does not possess regenerative abilities) , also shutting down the sense of touch would presumably cause obdormition, or even paralysis. She is also fairly skilled with 22.mm handguns.
Location of Origin: Columbus, Ohio
History:
sensum was born into poverty and suffered much abuse from her father, a drug addict and convict. She also suffered much sexual abuse from her uncle. Her mother often shielded her and took most of her beatings from her father for her. After her father died from blindingly tripping over the satellite dish and hitting his head on a cement block, her mother cashed in on the life insurance and finally lived in a middle class neighborhood. In Highschool, she became part of the popular crowd, bringing out the optimistic side of her she didn't know existed. It wasn't until her sophmore year she became aware of her ability.
-----
Amber leaned against her locker in the sunny hallway, skipping class again, she wasn't a particular fan of math.
She tilted her head, listening in on the small group of 5 that surrounded her.
They continuously chattered about the upcoming prom, excitement etched in all of their faces.
She couldn't help but stare at the boy accross from her, Chase Maxwell, she had completely fallen for him.
Stereotypical emo style, right down to the eyeliner, but very cheerful and upbeat in personality, and well wise beyond his age.
"So, got a girl in mind, Chase?" John had asked.
Amber fell in an instant depression, she already knew the answer, she never spoke to her, only sees her in the halls, walking with her group of nerds, which she found odd considering how attractive the girl was, but held an irrational hate for her regardless.
"Well, I'm really thinkin about asking Lila...she's just so.."
"Slutty? You should of seen her at the party! I totally tapped that." John added.
"Pfft. Right, you couldn't even get a handjob from that fat drunk chick." Mara interrupted.
Chase jokingly backhanded John as Amber groaned and slammed her head against her locker.
"Hey, you guys get back to class or In School Suspension for all of you!" Principal Bishop yelled out of nowhere, peering around the corner.
The group quickly disbanded as each student veered to their class.
"Amber." Bishop said, hesitant.
Amber sighed and turned around.
"Yes?" Amber muttered, annoyed.
"...Go to the office please. "
"What did I - "
"It's nothing...you did, just please, go to the office, now."
"Ok..."
As Amber walked into the office, she felt a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, as soon as she opened the door, she knew something wasn't right. Her uncle sat in the seat
"What the fluff are YOU doing here?" Amber growled as her blood boiled at the sight of him.
"Amber...now is not the time...your mother...she died in a bad car wreck..."
Her heart sank, he went on with details but every word she became more infuriated and lost it as other voices joined in with words of sympathy.
"EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE fluff UP!"
the room went dead silent, but lips kept moving, her uncle stood from his chair, and began pointing and yelling with an angry expression, but no words came out. She ran from the room not even hearing the sound of the metal door handle turning. She ran to the nearest bathroom into a stall and crumbled to the floor, her sobs were surely loud, she could feel the vibrations of her screams. but heard nothing, not that she cared about it at that point. She had lost the only person who had meant anything to her, the only family that cared, now all she had was her digusting, sick uncle. She continued to weep until the sound of a metal bang startled her, she quickly turned to see the girl she despised most, Lila Wrothe. Lila was teary eyed, and looked dead inside, just like her.
Lila knelt down to the floor and scrambled closer to her.
"Whats wrong, hun?"
Amber tried to control her sobbing as she tried to choke out the words.
"My mother just died in a car accident."
Lila came closer to embrace her in a hug.
But the moment they touched, something happened.
It was as if every emotion had been drained from Amber, all her sadness, despair, kindness, and love, it was all gone.
All that was left, was hate.
Lila twitched and fell backwards, her body had gone numb, she could barely move.
Amber quietly stood and walked over her, Lila could rot in that spot for all she cared
Lila laid in confusion and utter despair, she later chalked it down to a massive panic attack.
Amber walked silently into her uncles car without a word.
Two weeks later...Amber's uncle was found murdered and Amber missing...
She walked the earth alone, she felt nothing but hate, she considered suicide many times, she had nothing to live for.
All she could think about, was Lila, what happened back there? She knew there was something off about them, but what?
One day, taking shelter in a building, she was confronted by a man named Dexter Hawthorne who said he could help people like her, people who didnt belong, humouring him, she obliged, 1 week later, she joined his cult.
His cult was of apolcalyptical proportions, they believed in sacrificing those with special abilities to their goddess, hoping she, accepting their sacrifice, would usher in the end of the world and start anew, bringing a more peaceful world.
Through a rebirthing ceremony, Amber became sensum animi. sensum believed whole heartedly in the cults mythology, being effectivly driven mad with the cults practices and teachings burned in her mind. She had 2 years of combat training, mental training, and basic melee, knife, and gun training..One day, during meditation, while practising her abilities, A fire had started in the cults building, she tried to help all the members, but they had all fallen to her ability of shutting down their sense of touch, practically paralyzed. She escaped while all the other members succumbed to the fire. Devasted, the feeling of sorrow returned once again. She checked into a hotel. a few weeks later she recieved a package infront of her door, she opened it curiously, it contained: A list of names, a map, a 22.mm and boxes of ammo, and $75,000 in cash. At the bottom of the box, was a note.
"Dear sensum animi,
I am sorry for the confusion, but the proper sacrifices were made to ensure the goddess's satisfaction. I hope you understand, but only you can ensure that our plans succeed, without you, we have no perfect world, I wish I could speak in person, but I am sought after and must remain in the shadows. Please, do not fail if you do not wish too see the goddess's wrath
D.H "
sensum knew what she had to do, she quickly looked over the list, names and abilities, those who must be sacrificed to ensure the goddess's plans, one raised a eyebrow, and a grin spread across her face:
Lila Wrothe - Emotion Manipulation
It made sense, now, but she couldn't help but utter a gasp at the last name on the list:
Amber Jones - Sensory Manipulation.
She hesitated, but knew she must begin this dangerous and tragic quest, for the worlds sake. There wasnt much left of her sanity anyways.
Quote: "I hear the sirens. They don't know what the world will be in the morning. "
Sorry for all the typos...very tired when i wrote this, i left most of info about the cult left out so you can add the details as you wish if you plan to use her in a future arc, also feel free to change anything you wish if you use her in the future.