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The Rat, Third in the Supervillain-Hitman series-
“I’m not your commonplace mercenary, lad. Nobody knows where I am, or where I come from.”
“Nobody knows who I am. Who WE are.”
The second in the Supervillain-Hitman series, I present Eyrie. (No, the name is not what you think it is. It’s a play on words :D. Cause of the eye? No? Okay…)
“Silence is deadly, for it is unseen.”
The Iron Maidens-
The Iron Maidens are an all-woman force dispatched to protect the Lonely Iron King, and to stop him escaping. Every single one of them must be willing to sacrifice themselves to his blade to prevent him from getting out. They couldn’t take him alone, but are there to hold him off for as long as possible.
And that’s about it, really.
Oh, and they have male counterparts called the Iron Shields.
Both of them function as cannon fodder.
Love your characters! I went from the first page to the last one, and I loved seeing how your characters have developed. I gotta take a page out of your book!
The Lonely Iron King-
He sits atop his bladed throne, with the Copper Crown atop his head. He laid undisturbed for many years, worshipped only in myth and legend. The Church denied his existence, as did the Fathers. His previous years are unknown, referenced only in the old legends. As the legend goes, he was the illegitimate son of Father Lamcer, of the Founding Order, and Sister Mary, of the Holy Church. In the city, women were believed inferior, and this sort of activity was believed to be the work of the Devil. The baby was cast into the shadows, given no name or nursing, no food or water. He was to die, but was found on the streets by an old hag, called Gwyneth. She cared for him until he was 16, and then sent him away to the Pits, to bring in money and food. The Pits were underground coliseums, in which people paid money to watch the poor fight to the death. In his first fight, the boy was beaten. He lay on the ground, bloodied and bruised. His opponent stilled his blade, placing it against his throat. His head bowed. His hands clasped together. He began to pray, to Gnorr, the First Iron Lord. And as that blade was driven into his throat, he was reborn. The boy stood, surrounded my lava and flame. Before him, there was a thick black fog. There was a throne- a large one. Atop it, sat Gnorr- his head was said to reach the clouds, and it was obvious. His hands were cast in bandages, and every inch of him was clad in armour. Gnorr reached down, grasped him tight. He lifted him, before his eyes. They were cold and white. The Iron Lord didn’t move, just tightened his grip. He dropped him far, all the way down to the floor. And he was gone.
The body was discovered the next morning. The High Father was dead, murdered in his sleep, and the blood of his guards were found poured into a jar. The boy walked into the room, his hand held tightly around his dagger. The men cried out, they wailed, “Where is our protector now,” and “Do you know what you have done?”. They forced him to be their protector, their High Father, to repay them for his sins. And he did, until he grew old. He was locked away underneath the Cathedral, so that the Order’s secrets may never be told, and upon entrance, he was met with thousands of skeletons of the former High Fathers, and regular Fathers. The walls were stone, carved with thousands of men and women. He approached the throne at the end, where the most recent High Father was to sit. And he sat, his sword at his side.
But most importantly, nobody knows where the wolves came from, or how they got in.
The Hunter Who Fled-
The disease- it carried itself through the air like fog. It hung heavy in the air, and felt like an anvil on your chest. It crept into your blood, infecting your veins and constantly spreading. Upon reaching your brain, you began to change; it affected different people in different ways. Some, lost their sanity, some, became beasts, and the rest died.
The people cried to the Fathers for help, to no avail. They rallied together to subdue their lords, against their refusal, and to force them to help. Cowardly, and afraid, the Fathers dispatched their Wardens to hold them off. The people turned turned their backs on the Fathers, resorting instead to grovelling before the Church. They answered.
For many years, the Church had believed this would happen. The priests called it ‘The Coming of Beasts,’ and had developed an army to fight against them. These were the Old Blood Hunters, and had their specialised weapons and armour to protect against the scourge. They began to purge the City, their robes and weapons striking deep into the minds of anyone. If you were even thought to have the beast within you, you were pulled from your homes and slaughtered. This abhorrent method led to a civil upcry- the people fought back. This battle lasted several years, and was called the ‘Battle of the Bloods,’ meaning that two different blood types were rivals. The Hunters fought valiantly, but were so hugely outnumbered they all gave in, and were murdered with prejudice. But one fled.
He has long since lost his sanity, however he retains the memories of seeing his brothers and friends dying in his arms- perhaps the cause. Whatever the case, his bloodlust for revenge means he is hostile toward anyone who crosses his path- whether they are hunters who fled too, or just villagers.
Some edgy samurai dude; I don’t know if I should write a backstory or not. Eh.
I don’t even know what number this is. I can’t be bothered lmao
Anyway, this is my first super-villain-type dude.
The first round takes place on the 1st of August, but early images will be accepted too!
Judging commences on the 31st of August.
Also, the only reward you get is pride and the realisation you are decent at designing.
ONCE AGAIN, I’M LATE TO THE PARTY
Anywho, here’s my (not very good) creation
I know I’m a little late, but here ya go-
(btw the 2nd one is a druid-animal thing i made when i was bored)
I’m sad to see I didn’t get here in time for the judging or to post.
Brilliant idea, Randall.
By the way, the last one I posted is a lot bigger now.
I may reupload, and I may not. Ah, well.