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Realistic or Modern High School for Underage Villains (Open to all!)

Would you take a trip to the Dark Side, and join this RP?

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Emperor Of Embers

The Red Kaiser of Flame
Hello! And welcome! This is a School for those children of our favorite baddies of the film, gaming, and even literature scene! We will be setting this in the wonderful city of Los Angeles, underneath an abandoned building near Hollywood. Students from many places come here to learn how to control their powers, learn more on the History of villainy, and even find their Truest potential to be a successor to their parents. Come all, to our diabolical school of evil and tyranny!
 
Mason was walking through the alleys of Los Angeles, having obtained a letter from a peculiar creature, who said it was from Hannibal Lecter of School for Underage Villains. Mason did not believe it, but he had to check it out. He had come across an abandoned building, which used to be a restaurant, he looked at his letter, and confirmed the location. He found that the school is underneath the restaurant. He went in, and heard a group of Cholos talking. "Ey, Homie, got the money?" one of the big ones asked one of the little ones as the one in question handed the big brute a wad of cash. "Here, now get the drugs. We gonna sell a lot of 'em. You got it? I am sure the boss would not want to be disappointed after last time." the little guy said.


What mason did next would not have been done by even the smartest of villains. He breaks a hole in the wall, catching the Cholos off guard. "What the hell?!? Who brought this guy here?!?" the little man asked as mason walked towards him, hand extended. The man backed up quickly, and tripped. Mason picked the man up, and squeezed his neck until blood spurted out, and a loud *CRACK!* sound was heard. The rest of the group looked on in pure fear as Mason dropped the victim. He turned around, and was immediately shot in the chest with a .50 calibur bullet. But, being the son of Jason Voorhees, he simply healed it off, a hole in his jacket. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" the big man exclaimed as Mason pulled out his machete, and walked slowly to the frightened group, and begun his merciless and mindless slaughter. One of the men actually stabbed him in the neck,but this did not even come close to flinching him. Once the room was filled with and painted red, he makes his way to the elevator, where he pushed the Basement button. Even though he did not talk, he wished that he could throw insults at his victims. Then the School came into view. Standing at the door was a demon, there to guide him. "Hello MR. Voorhees, follow me, for everything is dangerous here, especially for Freshman. I do believe that you are the first here." The demon said as Mason nodded. The demon lit a torch, and began walking as mason followed. "So? How was your trip?" I see you have a lot of blood on you." The guide said as Mason said nothing.


"Anyway, we should be about 3 minutes away from Campus. DR. Lecter really made a name for himself here. One of the most intelligent men in the world!" he exclaimed as Mason shrugged, not knowing who the headmaster was. @Shimakage Thunder @JaneXJeff @CasualDragon (For you to read, of course.)
 
A man made his way down the streets of LA, being cautious of those he passed. Passing an older woman, he smirked a bit as she let out a high-pitched scream, holding her wrist in pain. The man had broken it. As he passed a pole, a paper clutched in his hand, he shifted into his true form which was a girl. To someone on the other side it would look like a man walking behind a post and a teenage girl emerging. Avalon glanced back at the woman who's wrist she broke and shook her head. "Inferior weakling."


Making her way into an abandoned restaurant, she first noted the amount of blood that splattered the room. As far as she knew, only two people could spill this much blood without batting an eye. Jason and his son. If she had her guess, given the paper, it was the latter. Stepping out of the building to catch her breath, she heard a cat whistled and turned, seeing a guy staring her down. A small smirk spreading across her lips, she didn't hesitate to lean down and place her hand in the blood before hiding it behind her back and walking up to the guy. Without a single word, she placed the band on his cheek and began laughing as she smeared the blood on his face. Pulling back, she did the same to her own face, laughing harder as she shifted into a mirror image of himself. "I suggest you clean up. Not many girls take to the whole blood-on-the-face look," she said as she shifted into her own self and laughed as she skipped back into the building, listening to the screams coming from the boy as he realized his face was covered in blood. Walking to the elevator, she wiped her face off, cleaning the blood off her and pressed the basement button. She grinned as she used her reflection to adjust her aquamarine colored skinny jeans and her black crop top. Running her hands through her hair and touching up her makeup, she heard the ding and walked out, looking around curiously. Shrugging her shoulders, she began walking until she was met with a demon. "Ahh yes. Hello, Avalon." He looked her up and down. "Hello indeed."


Rolling her eyes, Avalon gripped his neck tightly, lifting him off the ground. "Keep your eyes to yourself, or I will kill you again," she spat coldly as she dropped him and began walking once again. "Your job is to get me there and I have no problem finding it on my own. Especially if I just follow the bloody footprints," she said as she crossed her arms.
 
JaneXJeff said:
A man made his way down the streets of LA, being cautious of those he passed. Passing an older woman, he smirked a bit as she let out a high-pitched scream, holding her wrist in pain. The man had broken it. As he passed a pole, a paper clutched in his hand, he shifted into his true form which was a girl. To someone on the other side it would look like a man walking behind a post and a teenage girl emerging. Avalon glanced back at the woman who's wrist she broke and shook her head. "Inferior weakling."
Making her way into an abandoned restaurant, she first noted the amount of blood that splattered the room. As far as she knew, only two people could spill this much blood without batting an eye. Jason and his son. If she had her guess, given the paper, it was the latter. Stepping out of the building to catch her breath, she heard a cat whistled and turned, seeing a guy staring her down. A small smirk spreading across her lips, she didn't hesitate to lean down and place her hand in the blood before hiding it behind her back and walking up to the guy. Without a single word, she placed the band on his cheek and began laughing as she smeared the blood on his face. Pulling back, she did the same to her own face, laughing harder as she shifted into a mirror image of himself. "I suggest you clean up. Not many girls take to the whole blood-on-the-face look," she said as she shifted into her own self and laughed as she skipped back into the building, listening to the screams coming from the boy as he realized his face was covered in blood. Walking to the elevator, she wiped her face off, cleaning the blood off her and pressed the basement button. She grinned as she used her reflection to adjust her aquamarine colored skinny jeans and her black crop top. Running her hands through her hair and touching up her makeup, she heard the ding and walked out, looking around curiously. Shrugging her shoulders, she began walking until she was met with a demon. "Ahh yes. Hello, Avalon." He looked her up and down. "Hello indeed."


Rolling her eyes, Avalon gripped his neck tightly, lifting him off the ground. "Keep your eyes to yourself, or I will kill you again," she spat coldly as she dropped him and began walking once again. "Your job is to get me there and I have no problem finding it on my own. Especially if I just follow the bloody footprints," she said as she crossed her arms.
Mason looked around as he headed to Campus with his guide. "Geez, where does Lecter even find guys like you. You don't say nothin', and you come here looking like a train wreck." he said as mason rolled his eyes, he had heard that insult multiple times before. "any way, we's here. I gotta go, someone is back at the elevator." The demon said as he vanished with a cloud of smoke, leaving Mason at the front gates. The gates then opened as mason walked in, and the gates remained opened for any other incoming students.


"Howdy miss! Y'all must be Avalon!" The demon said with glee as he appeared in front of Avalon, wings out, and his staff glowing. "I will be guiding you to the Campus. But watch your step, there are mean creatures afoot." he said as he pointed to the massive forest ahead of them, a path leading through it. "This place took ages to build, and yet here y'all are." he said with a rotten smile as his teeth, which had holes in them, were visible.
 

Darleen Edmond Quinn





Darleen hummed happily as she skipped her way down the street, admiring the ring she had stolen from the jewelry store. She had been out and about for a bit, taking some things from expensive clothing stores and, of course, getting away with it, was her favorite little crime to commit because she'd actually get something out of it, unlike her mother. Her mother was head-over-heels for Joker and Darleen found that Joker was only using her mother to help with his work.


Darleen stopped in front of the abandoned restaurant and smiled, inhaling. "Ah, feels great to be here. Sorta." She shrugged and made her way into the building, taking note that someone had already passed through here and did a little damage. She giggled and blew a kiss to one of the dead cholos, skipping her way to elevator. She hopped inside happily, yet mentally, and pressed the button for the bottom floor. As soon as she heard the ding, signaling she was on the floor she needed to be, she stepped out, adjusting her faux purple fur coat and her black turtle neck. "Have to make a good first impression. If not, there are always ways to make it the last." Darleen giggled happily to herself and began making her way down the hall until she was met by a demon. "Why hello, Miss Quinn. Back again for your third year, I see?" She nodded and brushed off a smudge of blood off her Chanel designer handbag. "Right-o. Mother thought the school influenced my inner killer greatly so here I am!" The demon escorted her to where Mason, the son of Jason Vorhees, and Avalon, daughter of the great Mystique, were going to be guiding them to campus. Darleen took her time walking to the small group, her black boots clicking against the ground until she came up beside Avalon.


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TuffBbg said:

Darleen Edmond Quinn





Darleen hummed happily as she skipped her way down the street, admiring the ring she had stolen from the jewelry store. She had been out and about for a bit, taking some things from expensive clothing stores and, of course, getting away with it, was her favorite little crime to commit because she'd actually get something out of it, unlike her mother. Her mother was head-over-heels for Joker and Darleen found that Joker was only using her mother to help with his work.


Darleen stopped in front of the abandoned restaurant and smiled, inhaling. "Ah, feels great to be here. Sorta." She shrugged and made her way into the building, taking note that someone had already passed through here and did a little damage. She giggled and blew a kiss to one of the dead cholos, skipping her way to elevator. She hopped inside happily, yet mentally, and pressed the button for the bottom floor. As soon as she heard the ding, signaling she was on the floor she needed to be, she stepped out, adjusting her faux purple fur coat and her black turtle neck. "Have to make a good first impression. If not, there are always ways to make it the last." Darleen giggled happily to herself and began making her way down the hall until she was met by a demon. "Why hello, Miss Quinn. Back again for your third year, I see?" She nodded and brushed off a smudge of blood off her Chanel designer handbag. "Right-o. Mother thought the school influenced my inner killer greatly so here I am!" The demon escorted her to where Mason, the son of Jason Vorhees, and Avalon, daughter of the great Mystique, were going to be guiding them to campus. Darleen took her time walking to the small group, her black boots clicking against the ground until she came up beside Avalon.


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Before long, Mason was stopped by a big demon, with spikes on its fists. "You new here, chump?" he asked as Mason crossed his arms, and nodded. "Lemme get somethin' straight, Just because you are new, that don't mean.... HEY! LEMME GO!" the demon shouted as Mason grabbed the demon by his shirt, and pins him to a wall. Despite being smaller than his aggressor, Mason was really strong. Strong enough to bend even the toughest of metals. Mason glared into the demon's eyes, which caused the demon to cry like a baby. As soon as Mason let go, the demon ran off, crying all the way back to the dorms. Mason cracked his knuckles as Darleene walked up with the guide.
 
Avalon silently narrowed her eyes at the new demon that appeared in front of her. "Tell your employees to keep their grimy eyes to themselves," she said before growing silent and following the man to the entrance gate. She quietly walked up to Mason, noticing a guy running away crying. "Red's a nice color for that old building. It needed a paint job," she commented, referring to the blood spilled beforehand. "Big fan of your dad's by the way. You know with the whole killing thing. It's pretty great." With that she turned as Darlene walked up. As much as she wanted to say something, she kept her mouth shut as she raised an eyebrow at the girl. She couldn't figure out what she had to offer, but she supposed she could find out eventually.
 
JaneXJeff said:
Avalon silently narrowed her eyes at the new demon that appeared in front of her. "Tell your employees to keep their grimy eyes to themselves," she said before growing silent and following the man to the entrance gate. She quietly walked up to Mason, noticing a guy running away crying. "Red's a nice color for that old building. It needed a paint job," she commented, referring to the blood spilled beforehand. "Big fan of your dad's by the way. You know with the whole killing thing. It's pretty great." With that she turned as Darlene walked up. As much as she wanted to say something, she kept her mouth shut as she raised an eyebrow at the girl. She couldn't figure out what she had to offer, but she supposed she could find out eventually.
Mason looked at Avalon, and simply put his hand to the knife in his neck, and pulled it out, blood gushing until the wound had healed (Mortal Kombat X style). He then threw the knife down, as if to say "Nothing can keep this old dog down. Not even a group of rats." Mason then used sign language to say: "How do you know him? Is it from all those horror movies?" he was curious, and wanted to know, since afterall, he knew no one here, but everyone seemed to know him.
 
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[QUOTE="Emperor Of Embers]Mason looked at Avalon, and simply put his hand to the knife in his neck, and pulled it out, blood gushing until the wound had healed (Mortal Kombat X style). He then threw the knife down, as if to say "Nothing can keep this old dog down. Not even a group of rats." Mason then used sign language to say: "How do you know him? Is it from all those horror movies?" he was curious, and wanted to know, since afterall, he knew no one here, but everyone seemed to know him.

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Laughing laughing slightly, Avalon shook her head and crossed her arms. "No. Even though those are great movies. Love all of them. I know your father because I do my research. And I know he's your father because you act just like him. All silent and not dead," she said with a laugh as she shrugged. "Though I do understand most people know him from those movies."
 
JaneXJeff said:
Laughing laughing slightly, Avalon shook her head and crossed her arms. "No. Even though those are great movies. Love all of them. I know your father because I do my research. And I know he's your father because you act just like him. All silent and not dead," she said with a laugh as she shrugged. "Though I do understand most people know him from those movies."
Mason then signed: "Yeah, yeah. But, since you know all about me, why not tell me about you?" He looked at Avalon, she seemed to understand Sign Language, and this confused him, since most people he tried to talk to either ran away, or tried to kill him. He then pulled out his Machete, and twirled it around, then threw it in the air, catching it by the blade with his hand as it rested between his thumb and index finger. He puts the machete away, and signed:"you know, you are one of the first people I do not have the urge to kill on." He then cracked his knuckles, and his neck out of habit.
 
[QUOTE="Emperor Of Embers]Mason then signed: "Yeah, yeah. But, since you know all about me, why not tell me about you?" He looked at Avalon, she seemed to understand Sign Language, and this confused him, since most people he tried to talk to either ran away, or tried to kill him. He then pulled out his Machete, and twirled it around, then threw it in the air, catching it by the blade with his hand as it rested between his thumb and index finger. He puts the machete away, and signed:"you know, you are one of the first people I do not have the urge to kill on." He then cracked his knuckles, and his neck out of habit.

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Shrugging a bit, she smiled slightly. "Then I guess I should be grateful. Thanks for not wanting to kill me," she said as she glanced over at him. "About me. There isn't really much I can tell you unless you say which one of me you want to know about. You can know about me," she shifts into an older businessman. "Or me," she shifts again into Batman. "I'm Batman." She shifted back into her normal form and laughed a bit. "Sorry. My mother is Mystique. I can shift into any form I please. Like you I can heal myself and I have enhanced abilities," she said with a small shrug.
 
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Shrugging a bit, she smiled slightly. "Then I guess I should be grateful. Thanks for not wanting to kill me," she said as she glanced over at him. "About me. There isn't really much I can tell you unless you say which one of me you want to know about. You can know about me," she shifts into an older businessman. "Or me," she shifts again into Batman. "I'm Batman." She shifted back into her normal form and laughed a bit. "Sorry. My mother is Mystique. I can shift into any form I please. Like you I can heal myself and I have enhanced abilities," she said with a small shrug.
Mason crossed his arms, impressed, but slightly creeped out. "And you are the first person I met that can change forms." he signed as he sized up Avalon. "Have people run scared when they see you do that? Because they sure as hell run, or try to kill me. Either way, they end up as another notch on my machete. This hole was from earlier, one of those idiots shot me." he signed, and pointed to the middle of his chest, where a hole in his shirt was.
 
Avalon's nodded ever so slightly. "More than people actually think. I can't blame them though. If I was them and saw someone shift forms, I'd run like hell. And honestly I don't blame them for running from you. You just look scary as hell. No offense. But I've gotten used to it and I have a bit of fun with it now. It definitely helps when people are being douches," she said, remembering the guy from earlier. "But I do it to scare people or creep them out. I only kill if I have to and if I do, I don't hesitate," she added with a small shrug.
 
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Avalon's nodded ever so slightly. "More than people actually think. I can't blame them though. If I was them and saw someone shift forms, I'd run like hell. And honestly I don't blame them for running from you. You just look scary as hell. No offense. But I've gotten used to it and I have a bit of fun with it now. It definitely helps when people are being douches," she said, remembering the guy from earlier. "But I do it to scare people or creep them out. I only kill if I have to and if I do, I don't hesitate," she added with a small shrug.
"I'm like an animal... Like pops. If i see something move, It's gotta die." he signed, hinting at his Feral mind, which forces him to kill anything he saw moving. But however, something about the School Campus pacifies that effect entirely. He still felt the rage, but not the urge. "My dad has killed lots of people.... even a god by the name of Shinnok... a man in my foster parents' family who knew him told me that story when I was little.... before i became a murderous monster." he signed, since he did remember a strange, old man with a straw hat, and an electrifying presence, that told him stories when he was younger, as a bedtime ritual before heading off to sleep. (Yes... Jason has killed Shinnok.. in mortal Kombat X, when you beat shinnok as jason in Klassic Ladder.)
 
"Well you haven't killed me so something has to be different," she said with a small laugh as she leaned against the wall. "I wish I had bedtime stories. All I got was a statement about being evil and then lights out. "Most of the time was, 'If you don't go out and wreck havoc, who will?' I took that and ran with it and now I have fun with it."
 
JaneXJeff said:
"Well you haven't killed me so something has to be different," she said with a small laugh as she leaned against the wall. "I wish I had bedtime stories. All I got was a statement about being evil and then lights out. "Most of the time was, 'If you don't go out and wreck havoc, who will?' I took that and ran with it and now I have fun with it."
"Yeah... you do it voluntarily. I kill because I have to. I do it because of an insatiable lust for blood." Mason signed as he wiped his neck, smearing his own blood on his hand and neck. "And also.... I cannot feel pain... and I don't die easily." he signed again. Even though she knew lots about him. He still had yet to get to know Avalon.
 
Avalon nodded ever so slightly and frowned a bit. "I think the school put something up so that it cancels out your urge to kill. It not we'd all be dead by now. Including me," she said suddenly before turning towards him. "What do you want to know about me? I know I haven't told you much," she said as she uncrossed her arms.
 
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Avalon nodded ever so slightly and frowned a bit. "I think the school put something up so that it cancels out your urge to kill. It not we'd all be dead by now. Including me," she said suddenly before turning towards him. "What do you want to know about me? I know I haven't told you much," she said as she uncrossed her arms.
"Well, for one thing, I am wondering how you can even change forms." Mason signed as he looked around, having a feeling that something was watching them. He shrugs it off and looked at avalon. "I also want to know about your parents, seeing how you know so much about me." he signed again, since pretty much everyone he has met has already known him, before becoming a bloody smudge on the wall.
 
"My mom was able to do the same thing so it was inherited. I have a heightened sense of sight so I can pick up on someone's exact appearance and copy it. The cells in my body rearrange themselves, change color, whatever needs to be done within a matter of a few nanoseconds," she explains, demonstrating by shifting into an exact replica of himself, shrugging her shoulders as she changed back quickly. "If I overdo it though, then I get major headaches and could potentially pass out. My dad is out of the picture so to speak. I caught him cheating on my mom with her best friend and lost it when I was seven. There are still stains from both of their blood on the wall in that room. Ever since then it's been me and my mom. My father was a mundane so everything I inherited came from her and she taught me to control it," she said as she crossed her arms, zoning out at the memory.
 
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"My mom was able to do the same thing so it was inherited. I have a heightened sense of sight so I can pick up on someone's exact appearance and copy it. The cells in my body rearrange themselves, change color, whatever needs to be done within a matter of a few nanoseconds," she explains, demonstrating by shifting into an exact replica of himself, shrugging her shoulders as she changed back quickly. "If I overdo it though, then I get major headaches and could potentially pass out. My dad is out of the picture so to speak. I caught him cheating on my mom with her best friend and lost it when I was seven. There are still stains from both of their blood on the wall in that room. Ever since then it's been me and my mom. My father was a mundane so everything I inherited came from her and she taught me to control it," she said as she crossed her arms, zoning out at the memory.
"Interesting..... Very interesting." Mason signed as he pondered a thought. Could she mimic powers of those she copied? Or does she just assume the identity? "Can you copy their power too?" He signed to her.
 
[QUOTE="Emperor Of Embers]"Interesting..... Very interesting." Mason signed as he pondered a thought. Could she mimic powers of those she copied? Or does she just assume the identity? "Can you copy their power too?" He signed to her.

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"As long as I have a complete understanding of the power. Like if I were to assume the Human Torch's identity, I know that the flames come from the temper and the angrier I am, the more uncontrollable the power is, so I would be able to mimic his powers. If t was Storm's powers with the weather and all, I wouldn't know where to begin so I can't hers."
 
JaneXJeff said:
"As long as I have a complete understanding of the power. Like if I were to assume the Human Torch's identity, I know that the flames come from the temper and the angrier I am, the more uncontrollable the power is, so I would be able to mimic his powers. If t was Storm's powers with the weather and all, I wouldn't know where to begin so I can't hers."
"I have no idea who either of those are. I am a killer, not a reader." Mason signed, assuming that they were heroes from comic books. He had grown even more curious about her. But yet. He had more people to meet. And potential friends to make.
 
Nicholai studied a letter that had been given to him by mail. A school for underage villains. Too good to be true? Most likely. At best, it'd be a troll playing a very unfunny game. On the other hand, it might be true, but he caught himself thinking likely lies. He didn't want to fall into a trap of naivety. "But honestly, what kind of person would stoop down to the level of making a joke like this to be funny?" he wondered, reconsidering the possible truth in the letter. Even his father recommended for him to check it out, and Victor Creed, even though a father, is almost always apathetic.


He stopped to come in contact with an abandoned building. He guessed it might've been a joke, unless the owner of the school was much more sly than that to allow a school for evil adolescents go by in broad daylight. He suspected the building would be underground or something, but didn't move to see what would happen.
 
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Nicholai studied a letter that had been given to him by mail. A school for underage villains. Too good to be true? Most likely. At best, it'd be a troll playing a very unfunny game. On the other hand, it might be true, but he caught himself thinking likely lies. He didn't want to fall into a trap of naivety. "But honestly, what kind of person would stoop down to the level of making a joke like this to be funny?" he wondered, reconsidering the possible truth in the letter. Even his father recommended for him to check it out, and Victor Creed, even though a father, is almost always apathetic.
He stopped to come in contact with an abandoned building. He guessed it might've been a joke, unless the owner of the school was much more sly than that to allow a school for evil adolescents go by in broad daylight. He suspected the building would be underground or something, but didn't move to see what would happen.
A demon appeared in the Blood Spattered room, in front of the elevator. "Come come, Mr. Creed. Your school awaits you down below." He said in a raspy voice as he chuckled, with a cough. The stench of death now taking hold of Nicholai's nostrils as the corpses of the cholos started to decay.
 
Nicholai did his best not to flinch at the smells that were honestly quite disgusting to him. However, at the same time, the dead bodies and smell that came with it reminded him of the bloodshed of war, which was a sight he loved seeing and a smell he painfully enjoyed. It filled him with life. Nothing came out of him except for a small nod to the demon. In all honesty, he didn't even realize that demons were able to exist, but whatever. The world was strange and it wasn't as if he could care less.
 

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