Corsage

((Greeting my creative cohorts. This is my first piece of fiction based on the CoX universe and my first post here on the RP forum. It is to commemorate getting my first character to level 50.

While all characters presented here fit the in game archetypes and powersets, some changes were made for dramatic license.

Potentially, this is only the first part of a series chronically the sordid career of my favorite toon and namesake, Corsage. Hope you like it.))

Corsage was used to it. As she strolled through the misty morning streets of Port Oakes the tragically normal people she passed would stare and gawk at her. They would nudge their less observant friends to join them. They would whisper between them about the strange green girl who just walked past their shallow and meaningless lives. Normally it irritated her, but not today. Soon these fools would know her name when they saw her. They would scream it aloud and run in the other direction. Corsage knew this and smiled.

She ran a gloved hand through her large shock of ruby red hair and pulled out a stray butterfly. It must have thought she was some wondrous walking flower. She crushed the insect absently and continued towards the docks. She must be getting close, as the rotten egg smell of pollution and low tide hit her nostrils. She stopped to check her whereabouts. The morning fog was making it difficult see, and she had only been in Port Oakes for a few days. It was only a month before she was languishing in prison. A surprise rescue by Arachnos forces brought her to Mercy Island, the urban wasteland and armpit of the Rogue Isles. She worked off her freedom as a simple exterminator. Most people wouldn’t consider killing six foot tall snakes simple, but Corsage still considered it beneath her talents. She was equally surprised that after clearing out a few serpent nests, Arachnos gave her a ferry pass to Port Oakes with no strings attached. No covert missions, no assassinations, nothing.

“Do as you please, young lady,” her contact had told her, “Your destiny is yours to discover.”

Corsage decided to just follow the smell to get her to dockside. After a few blocks she could see the water, the ratty wooden piers and some ramshackle buildings that certainly housed the meeting for which she was looking. Suddenly she became nervous. Her stomach was attacked by butterflies. Revenge for your friend? She thought and tried to laugh. She walked towards the wharf side shacks slower now, more deliberate. Everything started to look huge and she was very aware of her tiny five foot, 90 pound stature. This job, as it was made to sound was going to be big. Her old cellmate the Arctic Amazon had given her the tip and the address to attend. Arctic was big league outside of the Zig. No doubt this gathering was going to harbor some heavy hitters. Heavy hitters who might sense her youth and inexperience and pull off her head like a daisy.

Don’t fret my little blossom. You have the power to change the world. No matter what others believe, I believe in you.

It was her mother’s voice she heard in her head. It made her feel a little better except her mother was a hero. The radiant and pure Sunflower. She said that to her two years ago, when she was to join her mother’s super team and save the world from all forms of evil and villainy. Things obviously were different now, and she doubted her mother would be wishing her luck today. Corsage wondered-

“Hey, Joey! Lookit this!”

Corsage looked around and saw where the voice was coming from. Hellions. Two of them. One of them named Joey she surmised. They approached her menacingly, splitting apart to make it harder to follow them both. She knew right away they meant business.

“That is the biggest piece of celery I ever saw,” Joey said.

“Looks nutritious,” Said the other.

Corsage surveyed her surroundings. Lots of dead wood and stone. Not much for her to use, but right behind joey was a patch-

“I know,” leered Joey, “Let’s take it back to the pad. Then all the boys can have some.”

Corsage locked eyes with Joey. Her nervousness was gone. This was a fight she would win.

“What? You want some of this?” Joey taunted.

“Not me,” she said replied, “My friend.”

A small patch of crab grass that was formerly trampled and half brown grew to the size of a mailbox at the command of the young super villainess. In the blink of an eye it formed into a hand and grabbed Joey the Hellion and squeezed him with unearthly might. Joey tried to escape, he tried to scream, but the grip was too tight. His eyes bulged as the crabgrass grew even larger and covered him almost completely. The other Hellion was frozen in shock as he saw his friend consumed. Only Joey’s arm was free, groping hopelessly for his friend to free him.

Corsage turned her attention to the other Hellion.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“I-it’s Mike. My name’s M-mike.” He quivered.

“Mike.”

Mike nodded weakly.

“My name is Corsage. You will remember it. For the rest of your life you the first thing you will do when you wake up is thank whatever gods you worship that the magnificent and all-powerful Corsage spared your insignificant-“

WHACK!

Mike the quivering Hellion punched her squarely in the nose. Corsage stumbled backwards, stunned by his blow and his gall. Losing her concentration, the crab grass monster released the now unconscious Joey and returned to its normal form. She felt blood trickling down to her upper lip. Mike who was just as surprised as she at his attack hesitated in finishing her. Corsage recovered her senses and now trembled with rage. She unleashed a shrill and girlish scream. Mike took that as a sign of weakness and closed in on her.

Like many female super villains, Corsage had a lot of flesh showing through her costume. Her top was basically a one piece bikini with a jagged V design descending to just below her naval. Outside of her spiked gloves and boots her arms and legs were bare. But unlike the others, this young rogue had a reason to show off her skin.

Thorns.

Corsage again terrified the poor gang member when she sprouted long, slender thorns on her exposed skin. The sight of his former victim now covered in savage barbs was too much for Mike. He turned and ran. Corsage raised her right arm and violently snapped it forward causing the thorns to propel through the air towards the fleeing target. More than a half dozen spikes hit him in the back. Mike fell forward and howled in pain. Corsage loved hearing that sound. She watched him struggle to get up and continue his escape. He fell and started to convulse. The toxins in her thorns were now coursing through his veins. He raised himself weakly to his hands and knees and vomited abruptly. He then lost all control of his extremities and fell face first into his own puke. The furious villainess retracted her thorns back into her body. This fight was over.

But she was still bleeding. Dark seaweed colored liquid was still dribbling weakly from her nose. Oh, no! she thought, I can’t go to the meeting like this! They’ll laugh me out the door. What will I do? Tears started to well in her pale green eyes and suddenly she was crying. She had gone from super powered menace to sixteen year girl in about ten seconds. She stomped over to Mike’s slumped form and started kicking him wildly.

“You bastards!” she howled in her tantrum, “How dare you!? You’ll be sorry! I’ll show you! I’ll show you all!”

“Oh, dear,” a familiar voice spoke from behind her, “What am I going to do with you, little girl?”

Corsage stopped assaulting her paralyzed foe. She felt a faint chill in the air as she turned around.

With space allowed, I think it looks great. It makes sense and gives the character's background and motivation.
All of my character's have run into the problem of not having enough room for the full bio. Having to be concise I think makes for a fun challenge, and really, any longer and nobody is going to read it anyway.

testing testing...

well it works. too bad my picture looks like crap. At least I can chabge it.