forum the villain's henchman (o/o)

Started April 20, 2022 by Deleted user

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Gayboy puppet gets traumatized, quits without a two week's notice. Aka, my character is the henchman to a powerful villain, yours is their heroic rival. When my character gets hurt by the villain, betrayed even, yours is the only one he can think to go to. After all, he has valuable information, and maybe the hero will treat him better than their former boss?

This will contain less than sfw themes. Anything we want to do that's spicier, we take to DMs. Have fun, and be chill for fuck's sake.

Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Orientation: (my character is a pansexual trans man and also a life sized sentient puppet and while I prefer queer pairings generally I’m fine with whatever)
Appearance:
Personality:
Powers:
Alias:
Backstory?:
Other:

Name: Viorel "Vio" Felix Stanislav
Age: 27
Gender/Pronouns: Cis male (He/Him)
Orientation: Omnisexual
Appearance: Vio's sharp sculptured features make him appear a bit more older than he is. His 6'2" height along with his muscular inverted triangular body also gives into this fact. He has cobalt blue eyes that have perfect vision, but in his regular form, he wears silver rectangular glasses. Vio has short raven black hair with a pushed back long style that shapes his oval face. It stays neat for the better part, though it is feasible for a strand or two to fall out of place. On his back are scars from whips and there are even scars on the left side of his abdomen; some are from his enemy whole others are from his past. There's also a little scar underneath his right eye.

As Zaharia, not much changes in his appearance. Really the only thing that does is his hair. It goes from being black to black with white streaks. Well, his eyes actually turn to a shade of dark brown that's basically just black.
Personality: Vio is a complex person who just wants to do the best for everyone around him. He is a bit of an introvert, yet he thrives off of being around and helping others. Compassion and persistence are two of his core characteristics. He is selfless; he will not stop until he knows that everyone is okay or until he drops from exhaustion. Vio tends to overwork himself due to his belief that if he stops then everyone will hate him, he will let them down. While he is a warm loyal person, a lot of his excitement and more personal emotions are shoved deep down into his heart. Yes he is strong and yes he is a superhero, but he is actually quite soft and vulnerable, and he's scared to admit it.
Powers: Zaharia (or Vio) has super enhanced abilities that let him detect people and movements beforehand. Along with that he is has Herculean strength and can walk and climb on walls. His other specialty is being able to see prophetic visions of what could possibly happen before they do; he can see the good, the bad, and the ugly of what might happen next. The moon and the Greater Council, specifically Stăru, guide him since both entities are connected to him in a way. When in battle, their thoughts are connected so he can hear them and vice versa. If something happens to them, he usually experiences pain. His vision can turn black except for certain figures, usually bad guys or those he has to save, who are illuminated and can be seen.
Alias: Zaharia
Backstory?: Vio really does not know what his beginning is. He does know that he was born in Romania, but the rest of the details are murky. Living with his parents until the age of nine, they mysteriously passed away and Vio would end up being adopted by an American couple at the age of twelve. He fell in love with his new family, practically spending most of his time either with his adopted father or mother. They eventually had a daughter, but Vio treated her like his own little sister.

Life was really strange for him. He often felt alone and left out, mostly in school. Vio really only had fun in school during history class or whenever he could sneak into the library. Actually a kid named Suho also would do the same as him so they became friends. Vio eventually began to fit in during high school and felt less lonely. He still only enjoyed school whenever he had a history or creative writing class. He was on the swimming and soccer team, but also did boxing outside of school.

When he graduated, he got to go back to Romania during his sophmore year of college. Vio ended up being in a terrible car accident that almost killed him. Thankfully he was saved by doctors and nurses, but something strange had happened when he was in a small coma. Vio ended up in this strange grand hall where he met the Greater Council which contained some of his ancestors. They were in charge of making a worthy member of the family a suphero with abilities gifted from the moon. And they knew that Vio was the perfect fit.

Eventually Vio returned home and became Zaharia. Through trial and tribulation, he learned how to become a perfect hero for the people. Whole he has gone through endless fights and torture, he keeps on going.
Other: He is a history professor at a university, mostly teaching Eastern European history along with colonialism, East Asian history, and some classes on the Romanian language; he loves teaching and helping others. Vio also has a black cat named Matei that just likes to lay around and stare at corners.

Name: Gabriel "Gabie" Henry Lionel
Age: 28
Gender/Pronouns: Trans man, he/him
Orientation: Pansexual
Appearance: I couldn't with this so picrew. Will update soon with proper desc!
https://picrew.me/share?cd=8G4efPCc6y
5'2" in height, joints are connected via sockets and can be removed for repair.
Personality: Because of the nature of his powers, he's on painkillers pretty much all the time and doesn't have much of a personality outside of doing what Jacob Brier (Ringmaster, the main villain up against Vio) wants. When not on heavy drugs, though, is a very soft and sensitive man, very kind and despises what he does and who he is.
Powers: Has strings that, if let loose, can puppet around anyone and manipulate their limbs and functions, sometimes even their thoughts if they're especially vulnerable or malleable. However, this power causes him extreme pain, as he feels everything the person feels with regards to mental and physical anguish and he sort of can make the body ignore what's physically possible, a constant adrenaline high that will make the puppeted obey every command even if it physically tears their body apart. He mitigates the side effects of pushing his puppeted to extremes via heavy drugs, he's pretty much constantly roofied and the worst part is he does it to himself. Can also remove and modify his limbs, and any limb he connects to his body connects to his brain and can feel pain if harmed or broken if not being removed.
Alias: Puppetmaster was what Jacob always had him be called.
Backstory?: Gabie wasn't born with these powers, in fact, he was barely born at all. A government project since shut down used infants with superpowers, stuck them in puppet bodies to fight as super soldiers, and let them loose in the world. Unfortunately, Gabie got loose a bit too far from their grasp, and went rogue trying to find his puppet brothers and sisters. Eventually Jacob Brier took him in, and used his dangerous abilities for great evil, manipulating Gabie into thinking he was the only one who would ever love the man as he was if he didn't submit to Jacob's will.
Other: Would like to own reptiles, and has always had a special interest in exotic animals.

(Oof was super burnt out but I'm back in business, baby! Time to begin!)

Gabie limped to the steps of the hero's headquarters, located in the middle of downtown in Insan City. Insan was known for its villains, and more for the heroes that stopped them, so why would the henchman of the most powerful villain come to the heroes for help? Would that not be a death sentence? Gabie didn't know. He hoped he'd die, so as never to see Mr. Brier again. But he could not be so hopeful, after all. They'd probably just torture him worse. Gabie knocked on the door, inky black blood dripping onto the stones beneath the antiquated building. His costume was ruined, torn to shreds. His face, while normally indestructible and quick to heal if it did get broken, had a massive crack running from the top of his expressionless right eye to the bottom of his lower lip. Mr. Brier didn't hold back, after all. Gabie had had enough of Mr. Brier, though. He knocked again, as people on the street gathered to stare at him, puzzling out who this person could be, and if it was really the dangerous Puppetmaster they heard and feared so much about?

On Vio's bed there are four pillows. One for him, one for Zaharia, one for Professor Stanislav, and one for his cat, Matei. He has the same four pillows in what he likes to call the "resting room", not bedroom, in Zaharia's headquarters/Professor Stanislav's hoke office if you will. Vio is Zaharia as much as he is himself and Professor Stanislav, but he always separates each name as an identity within itself. He separates all of it for his conscious is weight down on him as fate tells him to carry it all for the sake of others. He is Atlas.

It is alright. The weather is lovely in Insan for once. So far the app made by the Superhero and Villain Protection League hasn't gone off yet. Besides, thanks to the SVPL, he might be able to teach a course on the history and psychology of superheroes soon, which is what Vio is doing right now.

Recling back in his office chair, he is currently wearing his glasses as a book on earlier heroes in Insan is just mere inches away. The book fell out of his hands, dropping onto the floor. His heart was pounding. Shivers climb up and down. Something is happening. Vio reached for his hand wrapping gauze until a voice appeared in his mind.

No fighting….Save him….

The voice was that of a young man with a mildly thick Romanian accent; it was his ancestor from the Greater Council. The members of the Moon always give him insight and advice, especially in times like this. Soon another one, an older man, said, The enemy of your enemy was never meant to be your enemy….

What does that mean? Vio stood up, pushed his glasses back, then left the relaxing room. He didn't have to worry about changing his appearance, everyone assumes he is a servant or an assistant to Zaharia, and honestly, that just works for him. He rushed over to the door then opened it in a haste……His pupils widened at the sight of the familiar, broken, face. No harm, the old voice told him. Them the younger one whispered, No harm…..Be gentle…

His eyes flickered to bystanders then back to the face in front of him. Flashes of their experiences together played in his mind. The fighting….The torture…..Pushing back his glasses, he beamed, "Oh, welcome Mister Puppetmaster, I wasn't expecting you here. I'm afraid Zaharia isn't here at the moment, but you may come in if you'd like."

Gabie looked at Vio with wide eyes, despite the fact that the permanent expression on his face never moved an inch. “I need your help.” his voice croaked from the never moving mouth that was attached to his mask of a face. “Mr. Brier, I mean, Mr. Ringmaster…. he needs to be stopped. I can’t…. let him hurt me again. I can give you information if you don’t let him hurt me anymore.” Gabie’s voice was a faint soprano that could barely be heard, especially not in wind.

He walked inside of his own accord, blood dripping from his face and the various injuries across his body that kept him from going back to Mr. Brier. Gabie tried to make it down a hallway, but he barely managed to get that far until he fell to his knees, letting out a strangled cry of pain that he had been trying to push down for a while. The pain was starting to come to him again, now that the painkillers were wearing off. He’d be bedridden for days at best, dead at worst, and ultimately this plastic and porcelain form would give him much anguish in the next week or so.

He turned his head back to look at Vio, and stared at him without blinking, as if he could actually do that, for three seconds exactly before blue, translucent glowing tears escaped the sockets he somehow saw out of. “Help me, please…” Gabie whispered, feeling on the verge of passing out.

Forgive and learn….Forgiveness, my child…. Vio swallowed even despite holding a sincere smile. He cannot hide what anxious feeling is hidden in him despite what the council is telling him. Memories of falling to the ground in pain from his enemy and the the henchman flickered. All of that went away the moment the henchman spoke. Did Ringmaster do something to Puppermaster? Why would he do something so treacherous to his own henchman? What is the Ringmaster's next move?

As the henchman walked in, Vio stepped to the side with his hand still on the door handle. His head looked over his shoulder at the Puppermaster. So much blood dripped onto the floor; it was so much to leave him wondering why the henchman didn't stop at a hospital first. His shoulders tensed watching the poor thing fall to his knees. The poor thing….

Vio closed the door, then locked it. Something about those tears pierced his heart. It made him shiver with empathy. He took off his slippers then rushed over to the Puppermaster. "No need to cry, my friend, you are safe here," He hushed while carefully picking him up. "Let's get you all cleaned up and better."

The headquarters used to be some wealthy businessman's home away from home hence why there's an unnecessary amount of rooms, even for a superhero. Thankfully, he was able to turn the one across from his resting room into a guest one; a perfect place for someone like Puppermaster to rest and get better.

Cautiously, yet quickly, he went up the stairs down a hallway then into the room. He did not really care about any dripping blood getting on anything, he can always take care of it later. Next, Vio used one hand to pull one corner of the covers, then laid Puppetmaster on the bed. "You stay here, relax, while I go get what I need to treat you, okay?"

Gabie nodded. He couldn’t do much else, besides allow himself to be propped up on pillows and left alone to writhe faintly in pain. Everything he was was faint, he was a wisp easily blown away without the painkillers. He wasn’t on them now, he’d been restricted access to them after the fight with Mr. Brier and he’d barely gotten here on his own by stealing some morphine and injecting it directly into his spine. Pain added up; the pain he’d inflicted onto others had effects on him and even when he wasn’t feeling it, it still added up, built up until Gabie would be experiencing an eternities worth of pain and suffering all in one agonizing week.

(Sorry for the short reply, busy.)