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- 1-3 posts per day
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- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Animal based, Scifi, Modern, Horror, Comedy, Slice of life.
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The Four Villainous Rules
1. Don't give a speech about your reasons or what you're going to do after, to your captive/archenemy/minor enemy etc.
2. It's the little things that count; Do a little bad thing everyday to keep you on the right track.
3. Animals should not be harmed, as they can be trained to do bad by your side. Remember, we're villains not PETA.
4. Don't empathize, sympathize or be compassionate with your victim(s).
"Four. Rules. Just four. Not five, not ten, not seven! FOUR! Four rules, (insert name) and you broke all of them except for number three and that's only because it's against the rules and you can't help but follow them! Where did I go wrong, huh? I'm a mean and nasty villain, so it only makes sense that you're a mean and nasty villain, but you're not! This is the last straw (insert name), the very last, do you understand me? I can't keep having to avoid VillainCon because the other guys keep ragging on my kid! I only have six villainous allies now, cause I've mauled the rest of them! So listen up, this is what's gonna happen. My six villainous allies have a kid each, who are fully equipped to do right by their parents and fill the world with evil. You should be at that stage too, but unfortunately, you're...You. Anyway, those six junior villains are going to take you all around the city and you're gonna meet my expectations and BE A BAD (GOOD) VILLAIN!"
Plot
You are a child of one of Mr. Lorenzo's six villainous allies. You have been tasked with teaching Mr. Lorenzo's unfortunately innocent and altruistic kid, how to be a villain. You have to take the kid all around the city and create as much havoc as you can and make sure the kid doesn't veer anymore towards the 'light'.
The Good Kid
She is able to open her mouth, but not very wide, so she can't pronounce certain sounds. She has a long grayish-purple tongue that can stretch out of her mouth for about 12". Her hair, is in fact not hair and excess skin cells that have warped into tendrils. Her body is relatively humanoid shaped, but she does have a short tail due to a mutated tail bone. The tail resembles a lizards and whips back and forth. Her limbs are long and spindly, but her arms are a bit longer and so if she's walking, they drag on the ground. She has long bone claws that are hard to break, but if they are broken, they will stay that way. Her entire body save for her claws are covered in light green scales, but her stomach is soft and moist. Her claws are painted with various bright nail polish colors, and she has adorned her head tendrils with barrettes and ribbons.When she wants to walk on the surface, she wears a long black hood and veil.
Name
Lessandra (She believes that her father meant to name her Alexandra, but their kind aren't particularly adept at vocalizing certain letters and sounds) Lorenzo
Age
16
Gender Identified With
Female (Like most Sewerling's Lessandra was born without any private parts, so she just identifies as a female due to once being mistaken as one after surfacing. It was at night and her back had been to the guy. Then she turned around and he'd run screaming into the night.)
Race
Sewerling
Personality
Lessandra is a meek girl who tends to see the best in everyone. She likes to try and understand people and compromise with them if they're having problems. She can be a bit of a doormat though, because when she tries to help her fellow sewerlings and they start taking advantage of her by asking too much or getting her to do everything for them, she doesn't realize it until someone points it out. Even then she'll just say 'no harm no foul' and go about her business. She is a patient girl and likes to float through life, rather than rush. Her dream is to help her fellow sewerlings integrate properly into surface society by wearing clothing that hides their mutation. Aside from not being evil, the only big problem with Lessandra is that she isn't accepting of her own nature and often wishes that she was an IQD or even a cute Animalistic.
Lessandra is a meek girl who tends to see the best in everyone. She likes to try and understand people and compromise with them if they're having problems. She can be a bit of a doormat though, because when she tries to help her fellow sewerlings and they start taking advantage of her by asking too much or getting her to do everything for them, she doesn't realize it until someone points it out. Even then she'll just say 'no harm no foul' and go about her business. She is a patient girl and likes to float through life, rather than rush. Her dream is to help her fellow sewerlings integrate properly into surface society by wearing clothing that hides their mutation. Aside from not being evil, the only big problem with Lessandra is that she isn't accepting of her own nature and often wishes that she was an IQD or even a cute Animalistic.
Strengths
- Spectacular Sense of Smell
- Good Communicator
- She's spectacular at sewing, designing and mending clothing.
- Infectious Spit (If she spits on anything other than another Sewerling or a Robotist, they will become infected and mutate. However, she has never spat on anyone and refuses to.)
- Retracting Claws
Weaknesses
- Bad Eyesight (Everything and everyone's a blur to her no matter how close they are)
- Needs to be sprayed with water every hour and completely emerged in water every four hours.
- Can't and refuses to fight
- She refuses to use her infectious spit.
- She's sympathetic, empathetic and compassionate.
- Bleeding heart.
Writing Sample
She had spent months on this outfit and had perfected it to the point that she looked like a surface walker. She knew this because after walking through the sewers with the outfit on, more than a few of her fellow Sewerlings had run from her until she revealed who she really was. So now here she was, standing right below the east manhole, about to climb up and finally be...Normal. Pushing the lid up and to the side, Lessandra crawled out of the manhole, being careful not to rip her outfit. The manhole was in the back of an alley so she didn't run the risk of blowing her cover by revealing that she had exited from the sewers. When she was completely out, she pushed the lid back and twisted it till it clicked, signalling that it was locked. It was a gutsy move, locking her only way back home, but she was confident that this was going to work.
Standing tall, Lessandra fished a bottle of expensive perfume out of her gown and spritzed herself excessively to remove the smell of waste, while simultaneously hydrating her skin. She'd made the outfit porous for that one purpose. Picking up her dress, Lessandra strolled towards the mouth of the alley and melted into the crowd. No one took any notice of where she had come from, although a few did stare at her outfit. Although Lazer City was home to quite a few fashion cultures, not that many people dressed in Victorian garb nowadays. The current 'it' fashion was skin tight and a plethora of zippers, which was cute, but Lessandra couldn't wear that stuff without revealing her true nature. Besides, she liked dresses, they were splendid.
After walking for quite a bit, Lessandra spotted a quaint tea cafe and decided to check it out. Teh Robotist shopkeeper greeted her with a bright smile. Or at least, it sounded like he was smiling.
"My, aren't you a tall glass of water! Quite literally!" He commented, marveling at her height. Lessandra giggled in what she hoped was a normal way and sat down at one of the round tables.
"What'll you have?" The shopkeeper asked, pulling out a pad and pencil. He was one of the more humane robots who preferred to serve humanity with themes and characteristics that would better suit those who were nostalgic for the first Earth.
"What'ssss, good on the menu?" The sewerling responded cursing her stupid mouth for putting so much emphasis on her s'.
Unbeknownst to her, the shopkeeper frowned at her response. His next words were hesistant and twinged with suspicion. "We have a new drink, the shockachino. It's a cappuchino with tiny electric currents mixed in. It's a good boost of energy for the downtrodden and a favorite of Robotists with a palate for humanoid sustenance.
"I'll take that then!" Lessandra decided and the shopkeeper left to make her drink. He came out in about two minutes with a small cup with blue steam rising above it, but as he approached her table he seemed to trip over nothing and the boiling hot contents of the cup flew through the air, splashing Lessandra in the process.
"Aaaaah!" She shrieked, getting up quickly. The porous qualities of the dress turned against her as the hot liquid seeped into her dress and onto her skin, thoroughly scalding her. "Aah! Aah! Oh no!" She yelled, ripping at her costume and revealing herself to the shopkeeper. Said Robotists began to shout out with glee. "I knew it! You're a sewerling! I'm going to alert the authorities and---Error. Error. Error." Suddenly the shopkeeper was ripped in two, by another patron that neither Lessandra or the shopkeeper had noticed. The stranger was wearing a black trench coat, shades and a cowl, but Lessandra would recognize him even with the costume.
"Daddy!"
"Let'ssss go." Shrederick Lorenzo hissed, grabbing his daughter's arm and pulling her out of the shop by way of the back door. They made it back to the manhole in record time and before she knew it, they were wading into the disgusting green water and returning to 'civilization'.
When they got back to her father's office, the older Sewerling slammed his fist onto the desk. "Thisss hass got to ssstop, Lessandra!"
Other
She wants to create a fashion boutique for Sewerlings who want to live on the surface and blend in with 'regular' society.
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