Post by Genzou Shimura on Sept 30, 2019 5:50:15 GMT -5
Character Name: Genzou Shimura
Desired Faction: Villain
Desired Tier: Tier IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: OOCly, I plan for Genzou to eventually grow past his charades of "shows" and illusions against the general public and aim for bigger and better goals, I'm hoping to push him towards the creation of an official "villain" group on the site. ICly he's always going to fuck around with heroes and civilians alike for a bit of fun, but he's going towards a much darker path that'll lead him into the road of being a proper villain to be feared, instead of just being a public nuisance.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
It was a quiet night in the theater, there were still a few lights turned on illuminating across the many seats of the theater but it had that sense of emptiness as none of the seats were taken, a lone woman was on stage, simply known by her peers as Masuyo. The big boss of the theater and a fellow coworker that Genzou once worked with, until the betrayal. She stole his ideas, his plays, and his drive to entertain the general public, and she's going to pay for it.
Everyone already left home for the night, Masuyo usually tends to stay behind last for some odd reason. After packing everything up, she stood on the stage, taking in a deep breath and exhaled, smiling as she looked upon the vast theater. "I still can't believe it's all mine..." she'd say, a bold thing to say but considering no one is around, she wouldn't have any qualms about it.
"It shouldn't be yours." a muffled, deep voice said. Masuyo's calm turned to panick as she turned around, trying to find the source of the voice but it sounded like it came from everywhere. The theater still remained in suspense, as if the voice wasn't there at all and she had simply heard things. "Come on... everyone left home Masuyo, there's no one in here..." and right afterwards, the voice came once more. "Are you sure about that?" the voice had a bit of cockiness towards it which pretty much destroyed any doubt Masuyo had, she knew someone was in here.
"Where are you?! get out or I'm calling the cops!" a few footsteps could be heard right behind her but as she turned around, there was nothing. She started to dash, running for the entrance. It was a long run and it would seem like she'd get away without any worry but when she looked at the entrance properly, there's a figure. A green-scaled figure with a glass helmet on his head, completely covered in a green fog that swirls around constantly. "Wait... green fog? Genzou?" he should've guessed that was coming, but the figure simply removed it's glass helmet and there's no head to be seen. A headless, green-scaled body. "I don't think so." the figure would say, as the body expressed along with the voice.
Despite all the playfulness, Masuyo remained sure in her guess. "It is you, Genzou... why the fuck are you harassing me? you're a dumbass, what's to stop me from pressing charges now that I know it's you?" the figure placed the glass helmet back on the head, the green fog spiralled like crazy until it formed into the shape of a skull, the skull's jaw mouthing along to a thunderous, cold voice with far more tone than the previous times. "Your death."
Masuyo began to step back from the entrance, the confidence she had in her guess only grew to fear, slowly as it didn't look like the figure was joking. Soon, two other figures from different sides of the theater began to approach Masuyo. She's to the wall and there's only three directions to run towards, all three covered by the illusions of the same figure, or so she's led to believe.
She ran towards one of them, believing she'd simply run through the body like an illusion but she bumped into it instead, being confused for a split second. "Wait, Genzo-" and before she could say anything else, she'd be met with a few piercings from a metal object towards her stomach, she couldn't look down and see what it is, but she could feel her life fading with each piercing. This is definitely the real Genzou.
She dropped towards Genzou who simply had no regard for her life, throwing her to the side as soon as he did, he just watched her bleed out as she stared at her in both shock and fear. Genzou removed the mist in his helmet and she could see through it, seeing Genzou's face clear as day. The last sight she'd see as she started to bleed out, badly. "Justice is served, forgive me for the poor performance Masuyo... but even I have my off days, surely you can understand? oh wait, you wouldn't. You had this coming, riding on the work of others for your own selfish gain... if only you knew what retribution would've been brought upon you, but you didn't. I wish I could've made you suffer a little longer, but I can't have you exposing my identity." and with that, he'd simply leave Masuyo to bleed out. Her body would be found in the morning and he made sure to avoid the cameras in the theater but just in-case, he'd make a little visit to the security room so he isn't associated with this murder. This little revenge of his was a bit more cold-blooded than he liked it to be, but he wouldn't want to leave it as a regret either.
Desired Faction: Villain
Desired Tier: Tier IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: OOCly, I plan for Genzou to eventually grow past his charades of "shows" and illusions against the general public and aim for bigger and better goals, I'm hoping to push him towards the creation of an official "villain" group on the site. ICly he's always going to fuck around with heroes and civilians alike for a bit of fun, but he's going towards a much darker path that'll lead him into the road of being a proper villain to be feared, instead of just being a public nuisance.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
It was a quiet night in the theater, there were still a few lights turned on illuminating across the many seats of the theater but it had that sense of emptiness as none of the seats were taken, a lone woman was on stage, simply known by her peers as Masuyo. The big boss of the theater and a fellow coworker that Genzou once worked with, until the betrayal. She stole his ideas, his plays, and his drive to entertain the general public, and she's going to pay for it.
Everyone already left home for the night, Masuyo usually tends to stay behind last for some odd reason. After packing everything up, she stood on the stage, taking in a deep breath and exhaled, smiling as she looked upon the vast theater. "I still can't believe it's all mine..." she'd say, a bold thing to say but considering no one is around, she wouldn't have any qualms about it.
"It shouldn't be yours." a muffled, deep voice said. Masuyo's calm turned to panick as she turned around, trying to find the source of the voice but it sounded like it came from everywhere. The theater still remained in suspense, as if the voice wasn't there at all and she had simply heard things. "Come on... everyone left home Masuyo, there's no one in here..." and right afterwards, the voice came once more. "Are you sure about that?" the voice had a bit of cockiness towards it which pretty much destroyed any doubt Masuyo had, she knew someone was in here.
"Where are you?! get out or I'm calling the cops!" a few footsteps could be heard right behind her but as she turned around, there was nothing. She started to dash, running for the entrance. It was a long run and it would seem like she'd get away without any worry but when she looked at the entrance properly, there's a figure. A green-scaled figure with a glass helmet on his head, completely covered in a green fog that swirls around constantly. "Wait... green fog? Genzou?" he should've guessed that was coming, but the figure simply removed it's glass helmet and there's no head to be seen. A headless, green-scaled body. "I don't think so." the figure would say, as the body expressed along with the voice.
Despite all the playfulness, Masuyo remained sure in her guess. "It is you, Genzou... why the fuck are you harassing me? you're a dumbass, what's to stop me from pressing charges now that I know it's you?" the figure placed the glass helmet back on the head, the green fog spiralled like crazy until it formed into the shape of a skull, the skull's jaw mouthing along to a thunderous, cold voice with far more tone than the previous times. "Your death."
Masuyo began to step back from the entrance, the confidence she had in her guess only grew to fear, slowly as it didn't look like the figure was joking. Soon, two other figures from different sides of the theater began to approach Masuyo. She's to the wall and there's only three directions to run towards, all three covered by the illusions of the same figure, or so she's led to believe.
She ran towards one of them, believing she'd simply run through the body like an illusion but she bumped into it instead, being confused for a split second. "Wait, Genzo-" and before she could say anything else, she'd be met with a few piercings from a metal object towards her stomach, she couldn't look down and see what it is, but she could feel her life fading with each piercing. This is definitely the real Genzou.
She dropped towards Genzou who simply had no regard for her life, throwing her to the side as soon as he did, he just watched her bleed out as she stared at her in both shock and fear. Genzou removed the mist in his helmet and she could see through it, seeing Genzou's face clear as day. The last sight she'd see as she started to bleed out, badly. "Justice is served, forgive me for the poor performance Masuyo... but even I have my off days, surely you can understand? oh wait, you wouldn't. You had this coming, riding on the work of others for your own selfish gain... if only you knew what retribution would've been brought upon you, but you didn't. I wish I could've made you suffer a little longer, but I can't have you exposing my identity." and with that, he'd simply leave Masuyo to bleed out. Her body would be found in the morning and he made sure to avoid the cameras in the theater but just in-case, he'd make a little visit to the security room so he isn't associated with this murder. This little revenge of his was a bit more cold-blooded than he liked it to be, but he wouldn't want to leave it as a regret either.
