Post by Black Witch on Sept 5, 2013 3:32:41 GMT -5
BLACK WITCH
Name: mysa nal Origin: presumed, sorcerer's world SPECIES: unknown GENDER: female | HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 118 lbs AGE: unknown ALIGNMENT: legion of super-heroes |
POWERS
- Spells: The Black Witch has a intense knowledge of all magic throughout the universe. During her time in captivity she learned of the darkest magics within the Sorcerer's Realm. Then after escaping in Naltor she spent a decade delving into the arts. She can cast many simple or powerful spells ranging from protective shield, to elemental magic, summoning creatures ( pulling demons from hell ), opening portals, absorbing energy, casting illusions, phasing, to teleportation. The stronger the spell the longer it takes for her to cast and the more power it drains from her.
- Healing: Mysa can heal her allies depending on the wound, no heal is instant and takes time depending on the injury. However Mysa cannot bring the dead back to life, she cannot return people from the brink of death. It is in fact dark magic to attempt so, and corrupts the heart of a Magician.
- Empowering: Mysa can often empower or donate some of her power to items to give them magical quality. For instance she could cast a fire enchantment to a bow and it would be able to cast flaming arrows without lighting on fire or ammunition. Depending on the enchant Mysa loses more and more energy, the stronger the more draining.
- Sensory: Mysa can sense and gauge the magical energy ( good or bad ) in an area or person. Sometimes the type of magic or intent can be masked. Its much like detect magic but always present.
ABILITIES
- Able to read Ancient Texts/Tongues/Symbols
- Basics of combat and weapon wielding, not super proficient with any weapon.
WEAKNESSES
- Mordru: Mysa has a deep rooted fear of this magician, feeling she is not strong enough to fight him. His tainted heart and those he has killed brings her to tears. The corruption of his magic makes her feel sick. Though Mysa had broken free of his grasp he haunts her for his darkness stole her memories of her past. As well as what she believes to be her homeland.
- The Darkness ( Darkforce/Dimensional Manipulation/Immortality ) : Thought the Black Witch often reflects in the darkness, she is quite afraid of its power. She refuses to cast and spells of have anything to do with the depth that which the magic can turn to.
- Physical Weakness: A Black Witch is just that, she's no prize fighter. She cannot take down a skilled fighter without magic and can be easily hurt. If you can stop her from casting spells you can surely beat her up.
EQUIPMENT
N/A
PERSONALITY
Mysa is known as a Black Witch for her command over and knowledge of Dark Magics. She came from a place that which darkness had consumed and despite this name she is good. She dreams of one day reclaiming the Sorc. World for the people and recover her past. Though she feels she is not able to do it on her own. Mysa heavily under estimates herself, though she is a skilled and powerful magician. She doesn't enter combat or do 100% of her ability unless she's pushed to it. She is extremely intelligent not only with Magic but technology, though magic is her strong suit. As well as being extremely sensitive and empathetic to those around her. In her moments though she prefers solitude to reflect and compose herself.
Though titled the Black Witch, she is extremely kindhearted and supportive of any team mates. If you become a ally, Mysa is loyal extremely loyal and tries not to break a bond. Though Mysa does not try to have many bonds for the fear of losing people she comes to form a relationship with.
Though titled the Black Witch, she is extremely kindhearted and supportive of any team mates. If you become a ally, Mysa is loyal extremely loyal and tries not to break a bond. Though Mysa does not try to have many bonds for the fear of losing people she comes to form a relationship with.
RELATIVES
Unknown
HISTORY
There are strange evils in the universe, a darkness strong enough to consume the hearts of men. To make the voice of one a crippled and withering squeak. Oh the inhumanity of robbing someone their feelings of just. For the darkness devoured all it touched, feeling through space and time. Some had learned to master the darkness in their hearts, to rip through the universe and create worlds. Those who called to the darkness were magicians of great power. Such a Magician was Mordru, gripped by the darkness but still in the reigns.
He wielded like a monster, a strength and a magic of great evil. That festered in his heart and gave him great power against all good. With this he ripped through the Sorcerer's World and demolished all good within. Claiming his domain and the lives of many good magicians. The Sorcerer's World, which was once a place of great learning of Magics became a void of great suffering. Its inhabitants ruled by the iron fists of Mordru. It was his darkness had consumed Mysa, in her terror she had securely locked the rest of her humanity away. So much so that she had forgotten who she had been and where she had come from.
Deep within her heart and mind, in a place within Mysa's subconscious even the most gifted telepathic could not touch. As she had grown, a slave to the darkness she learned to cling to to the last pieces of herself should she be able to find herself and be freed.
When Mordru crowned himself the King of the Sorcerer's World many young inhabitants of the world became his slaves. Those with the most promising of power he kept close to him as he knew he must keep in check. Mysa was a young promising witch when Mordru conquered the Sorcerer's world. In secret she studied texts within Mordru's studies. His work from the shadows of the curtains, the spells he cast when he was alone. Mysa had a strong will and power over evil that enabled her to control and cast spells she observed. They felt so familiar to her...
It was not long that she was discovered, when she practiced in secret the energy was too strong to contain. Mordru felt her power pulsing through the castle. He pulled open the doors to her chamber to find her and take her power. The magic within her fought against him, it was far too pure to be wielded. The essences overwhelming which led him to recalculate his steps and confine her to her chamber.
Soon Mysa's power was far too strong for Mordru to control. Destroying the spell which contained her, with her fellow slaves she rebelled and portal through the realms. Mysa escaping into the safety of Naltor, whose inhabitants knew of her arrival. They had opened the entry to the portal from the Sorcerer's realm into their own. There they welcomed her and her followers with open arms. At Naltor Mysa struggled to find herself, she could hear at nights the darkness calling her back. The realm which she left behind in fear and turmoil at the hands of Mordru.
In ten years time Mysa studied magics intensely in Naltor. Though she could scratch the surface of predicting she had made a name for herself. The Black Witch, the sole surviving witch of the Sorcerer's World. She could not recall all of her past but knew of this, Mordru would hunt her. He would find her and rip her powers from her. Knowing this Mysa left the safety of Naltor, desiring to find allies to aid her in her quest. To defeat Mordru and reclaim the realm for the magicians of pure heart. Enough of the destruction within the Sorcerer's World.
He wielded like a monster, a strength and a magic of great evil. That festered in his heart and gave him great power against all good. With this he ripped through the Sorcerer's World and demolished all good within. Claiming his domain and the lives of many good magicians. The Sorcerer's World, which was once a place of great learning of Magics became a void of great suffering. Its inhabitants ruled by the iron fists of Mordru. It was his darkness had consumed Mysa, in her terror she had securely locked the rest of her humanity away. So much so that she had forgotten who she had been and where she had come from.
Deep within her heart and mind, in a place within Mysa's subconscious even the most gifted telepathic could not touch. As she had grown, a slave to the darkness she learned to cling to to the last pieces of herself should she be able to find herself and be freed.
When Mordru crowned himself the King of the Sorcerer's World many young inhabitants of the world became his slaves. Those with the most promising of power he kept close to him as he knew he must keep in check. Mysa was a young promising witch when Mordru conquered the Sorcerer's world. In secret she studied texts within Mordru's studies. His work from the shadows of the curtains, the spells he cast when he was alone. Mysa had a strong will and power over evil that enabled her to control and cast spells she observed. They felt so familiar to her...
It was not long that she was discovered, when she practiced in secret the energy was too strong to contain. Mordru felt her power pulsing through the castle. He pulled open the doors to her chamber to find her and take her power. The magic within her fought against him, it was far too pure to be wielded. The essences overwhelming which led him to recalculate his steps and confine her to her chamber.
Soon Mysa's power was far too strong for Mordru to control. Destroying the spell which contained her, with her fellow slaves she rebelled and portal through the realms. Mysa escaping into the safety of Naltor, whose inhabitants knew of her arrival. They had opened the entry to the portal from the Sorcerer's realm into their own. There they welcomed her and her followers with open arms. At Naltor Mysa struggled to find herself, she could hear at nights the darkness calling her back. The realm which she left behind in fear and turmoil at the hands of Mordru.
In ten years time Mysa studied magics intensely in Naltor. Though she could scratch the surface of predicting she had made a name for herself. The Black Witch, the sole surviving witch of the Sorcerer's World. She could not recall all of her past but knew of this, Mordru would hunt her. He would find her and rip her powers from her. Knowing this Mysa left the safety of Naltor, desiring to find allies to aid her in her quest. To defeat Mordru and reclaim the realm for the magicians of pure heart. Enough of the destruction within the Sorcerer's World.
INTERVIEW RECORDING
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
A buzz coming from the small silver circular holo table filled the room. A green light on the control panel flickered on and off. The room was full of a dim blue light from the ceiling gave the room a deep sea feeling. The room was not unoccupied, a lonely figure sat beside the holo table watching the green light flicker. The figure was completely black, save for two pale white hands that gripped the armrests. The head was tilted forward, with no visible face. Engulfed in what seemed to be a full cloak.
After a few seconds of the buzzing the figure slowly reached its hand forward and pressed the green light. Immediately the room glowed a dim green as a figure materialized on the holo table. Through the light the figure picked up its head and it became apparent that there was no cloak, but a long and thick black hair had covered her face. As she straightened she parted her hair with her pale hands and her pitch black eyes start to the glowing figure... she was-
"Black Witch." Immediately the hologram spoke, as its features became detailed it was clear it was a Armored Humanoid. The gear made him robocop esq. With a heavy visor and plate, only his mouth was visible. Without waiting for a response the Precommando asked, "Why do you sit in the darkness?"
"In the darkness, you cannot feel." Mysa said, her voice was heavy with sorrow. As though speaking of this single word was a burden. Her pitch black eye's glistened in the green light, showing her despair. This was no ordinary darkness she spoke of, it was the power of evil that echoed in the universe. Ever feeding on the weak and desperate. For a moment there was silence, then Mysa spoke again "When you are alone in the darkness, you slowly lose what sanity you had. You lose yourself in the endless black. The voice you once thought came from your mouth twists into a cold desire... the desire to extinguish all light. I sit to remind myself of that which I fear to fight... that I must fight."
Though the eyes of the Precommando were not visible beneath his visor, his lips formed a serious frown. He waited again for Mysa to continue, but she said nothing. In the silence they stayed still until the Precommando broke the spell. "We have foreseen many things, as well as Mordru's impending arrival... Of the blood that will be spill-"
"I am not ready for him!" Mysa proclaimed and stood, the room lit up with a blue light. Her form became visible, draped in a pitch black silk turtleneck dress that flowed behind her as she walked clockwise around the table. "I know why you have called, Naltor will not save me again." As she spoke and paced the Precommandos hologram rotated, the commando clasped his hands behind his back.
The Black Witch's eye's flickered with fear, she stopped on the opposite side of the table from the chair. She placed her hands on the holo table and watched the commando. "Why did you call this vessel Precommando?" She said sternly, her black lips pursed into a thin line. The hologram flickered at her question, a heavy buzzing noise filled the air. Mysa stood upright and with her hands at her sides, still intently watching the hologram.
"To deliver the sincerest apologies from the High Seer, Black Witch..." The Precommando spoke, his voice shaking. "He offers one piece of advice, find the Legion before it is too late... Goodluck." His hologram flickered and then vanished. The room was engulfed in dim blue light again. Mysa stood alone gazing at the spot the hologram had once been. She slowly processed what had been told to her and her heart began to feel heavy. For a few seconds there was dead silence.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
Mysa watched as the incoming holo message flickered again. She composed herself and, steadily she walked to the other side of the table. She pressed the button.
Before her stood a glowed red hologram, a man in robes with a wide smile on his face and beaming eyes. He had long brown locks and a goatee, his voice boomed through the room. "I WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE!" That instant Mysa smashed her fist upon the green button and with burst of flame magic she overloaded the circuitry. The panel exploded and the hologram disappeared into smoke immediately. The Black Witch fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her pale face, he had found her. He was coming for her.
ALERT ALERT UNKNOWN VESSEL APPROACHING, REPORT TO YOUR STATIONS
The com systems screamed. As Mysa sat on the floor with the systems blaring she sobbed heavily. The fear gripped her so strongly and immobilized her. Her head felt heavy and clouded and full of unsure memories. The terror that Mordru had caused, the power he wished to tear her apart for.
A buzz coming from the small silver circular holo table filled the room. A green light on the control panel flickered on and off. The room was full of a dim blue light from the ceiling gave the room a deep sea feeling. The room was not unoccupied, a lonely figure sat beside the holo table watching the green light flicker. The figure was completely black, save for two pale white hands that gripped the armrests. The head was tilted forward, with no visible face. Engulfed in what seemed to be a full cloak.
After a few seconds of the buzzing the figure slowly reached its hand forward and pressed the green light. Immediately the room glowed a dim green as a figure materialized on the holo table. Through the light the figure picked up its head and it became apparent that there was no cloak, but a long and thick black hair had covered her face. As she straightened she parted her hair with her pale hands and her pitch black eyes start to the glowing figure... she was-
"Black Witch." Immediately the hologram spoke, as its features became detailed it was clear it was a Armored Humanoid. The gear made him robocop esq. With a heavy visor and plate, only his mouth was visible. Without waiting for a response the Precommando asked, "Why do you sit in the darkness?"
"In the darkness, you cannot feel." Mysa said, her voice was heavy with sorrow. As though speaking of this single word was a burden. Her pitch black eye's glistened in the green light, showing her despair. This was no ordinary darkness she spoke of, it was the power of evil that echoed in the universe. Ever feeding on the weak and desperate. For a moment there was silence, then Mysa spoke again "When you are alone in the darkness, you slowly lose what sanity you had. You lose yourself in the endless black. The voice you once thought came from your mouth twists into a cold desire... the desire to extinguish all light. I sit to remind myself of that which I fear to fight... that I must fight."
Though the eyes of the Precommando were not visible beneath his visor, his lips formed a serious frown. He waited again for Mysa to continue, but she said nothing. In the silence they stayed still until the Precommando broke the spell. "We have foreseen many things, as well as Mordru's impending arrival... Of the blood that will be spill-"
"I am not ready for him!" Mysa proclaimed and stood, the room lit up with a blue light. Her form became visible, draped in a pitch black silk turtleneck dress that flowed behind her as she walked clockwise around the table. "I know why you have called, Naltor will not save me again." As she spoke and paced the Precommandos hologram rotated, the commando clasped his hands behind his back.
The Black Witch's eye's flickered with fear, she stopped on the opposite side of the table from the chair. She placed her hands on the holo table and watched the commando. "Why did you call this vessel Precommando?" She said sternly, her black lips pursed into a thin line. The hologram flickered at her question, a heavy buzzing noise filled the air. Mysa stood upright and with her hands at her sides, still intently watching the hologram.
"To deliver the sincerest apologies from the High Seer, Black Witch..." The Precommando spoke, his voice shaking. "He offers one piece of advice, find the Legion before it is too late... Goodluck." His hologram flickered and then vanished. The room was engulfed in dim blue light again. Mysa stood alone gazing at the spot the hologram had once been. She slowly processed what had been told to her and her heart began to feel heavy. For a few seconds there was dead silence.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
Mysa watched as the incoming holo message flickered again. She composed herself and, steadily she walked to the other side of the table. She pressed the button.
Before her stood a glowed red hologram, a man in robes with a wide smile on his face and beaming eyes. He had long brown locks and a goatee, his voice boomed through the room. "I WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE!" That instant Mysa smashed her fist upon the green button and with burst of flame magic she overloaded the circuitry. The panel exploded and the hologram disappeared into smoke immediately. The Black Witch fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her pale face, he had found her. He was coming for her.
ALERT ALERT UNKNOWN VESSEL APPROACHING, REPORT TO YOUR STATIONS
The com systems screamed. As Mysa sat on the floor with the systems blaring she sobbed heavily. The fear gripped her so strongly and immobilized her. Her head felt heavy and clouded and full of unsure memories. The terror that Mordru had caused, the power he wished to tear her apart for.
dani| CANON