Damaa_NA

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((hey stu, thanks for taking to my open r/p so greatly! lemme see what i can do here lol))

Harris: First of all I would like to thank you for taking the time to appear on the program.

Damaa: *great big smile* its a pleasure, i didnt know the media was taking an interest in super heroes anymore

Harris: Could you tell the viewers at home a little bit about how and why you became a hero.

Damaa: *suddenly frowns* ... scientific accident... nothing interesting at all.

Harris: What would you say is the greatest reward for being a hero?

Damaa: *Perks up a smile* The look on childrens faces, i mean, saving people from criminals is all well and good but the inspiration we heroes must give to people is far more important to me.

Harris: Have you ever found there is any drawback to being a hero?

Damaa: there are drawbacks to everything, even you must find some because you work in the media *giggles* i cant go out and eat, or go bowling like i used to anymore... it makes me sad... not to see my friends as much as i used too, but its worth it in the end! *grins at the camera*

What is going through your mind when you are in a dangerous situation that could lead to civilian casualties? That must be a scary situation.

Damaa: it always is, those cots, as i call them, are always using civvies when i find them... getting them out with minimal damage is hard... of course sometimes unaviodable but... you get a system going in the end... am i making sense? *confused grin*

Harris: How do you feel about people that use their powers for crime like the outcast or the super villains we starting to see around the city?

Damaa: I think the powers they have *cuts off mid-sentence obviously trying to get it right*... powers are great and all but using them for that kind of stuff is just wrong! *sharp nod and looks at the camera* And if i find any of you using your powers for the forces of evil i shall come down onto you like a rabid dog! wait a minute, forget that last sentence *giggles*

What do you think is going through these criminals minds when they commit these acts?

Damaa: probably drugs, most groups are well known to use kinds of drug intakes into their body, im sure none of them have any idea what they are doing... its sad to think someone could be evil... what went wrong eh?

How do you feel about the various anti hero and anti mutant groups that believe heroes course more problems then they solve? Given the amount of work heroes do for the city this must be quite upsetting.

Damaa: of course it is, that lawyer *rolls her eyes* ive seen his posters around the city, i dread the day i ever have a run in with him... which is inevitable...

and finally, have you ever worked along side the Statesman? What is he like?

Damaa: uhm... ive been in his presence before... *giggles* he is quite the one to awe over if you know what i mean... strictly business wise of course *giggles* dont show that... hes a good fighter with a pure heart.

I would like to thank you for coming on the show and on behalf of the citizens of Paragon city thank you for keeping the streets safe

Your welcome Harris, id like to say to all the parents out there, im watching over all the schools during the day so dont worry about your children... and i can teleport so their all well and safe under my watchful eyes.

Thanks for your time harris, hope you make this a winner!

((likeing your take up of the ideas Citizen_Stu, very inventive... if only more people would join in lol.))

((Being a massive fan of stories i think it would be cool to open up something like this to everyone. The task is simple, take a look at the timeline of events and pick one or a few parts you like, imagine you were there (as a hero or civvy) and that you are now being interveiwed by a TV station. Write it from your prespective (we know how offical documents leave out human emothion) and lets see if maybe we can entwine them together giving the characters veiw of what happened. Hope you understand that, well read mine and it MIGHT make sense lol, have fun.))

I was sitting in Parez Park when i saw the first portal open, we all thought it was a fireworks display at first... it was glowing an eriee red inside of it... after a while of gawping at it the security cheif asked us to leave. Now that seemed very odd because there was not that much security in the park around that time, some, but not as much as we saw as we made our way out.

People were all rilled up about these portals that were opening, we saw double the usual number of heroes in atlas as we went home; we got in and my daughter said "turn on the tv mom!! its bound to be on the news!!" and it was!

We all sat down to watch, at first it was all... i dont want to state mystical or magical because, for what it ended up being but... there was a small flicker of delight about it, a tinker of curiosity in all of us that sparked up inside of us, we wanted to know more, delighted in fact and we watched the news in awe.

I remember being gripped to the TV when the reported in the helicopter said he was going into have a closer look. No one stopped him, we didnt know if they were good or bad so why stop him? "they look like windows into the flaming heart of hell...." that was the last thing i heard before terror started to kick in... before the helicopter disapeared.

My husband said we should leave! but he obviously wasnt the only one with that idea... we did try to leave the city but the roads were jammed, cars had crashed near the exits... we were trapped.

As we arrived back home we turned on the tv once more, thats when we found out more portals opened in other countries. Then came the news report, Star Strider wanted to go through... i couldnt watch that, i had never met him but he was a source of inspiration for us all... i turned off the tv.

My family was in a state of panic... what could we do we were stuck here, we had all lost sleep though, so we retired to our rooms for the night... only to be rudley awoken, an almighty crash and my little boy started crying, we ran in to turn on the TV but there was nothing... have you ever turned on the TV to see nothing there? As you can imagine it takes you back.

My daughter looked out the window "mom!" she said "Mom! people are comming through the portal!" my heart stopped!

Was it star with riches and other things? no.

Soon after all the news we found out were through the screams and wailings other people yelled... the a portal near us... a huge ... whatever it was started to come through... thats when we heard statesman was rushing to our aid, we felt safe, of course we did! but we... i didnt expect what happened next, we ran outside to watch; we just stared as he crashed himself into a ship... it came crashing down and landed in a firey blaze... thats how i lost my daughter...

... i'm sorry... i cant go on right now.

It was fast approaching the hour of evil in paragon... 12am was when all the nasty villians came out to do their dirty little deeds to the unsuspecting late workers of the city. In kings row of course this was the prime time for the lost and the body-snaching Vahzilok to go about their dirty deeds.

Whilst the lost kidnapped and preached to their victims, the Vahzilok went about cutting their victims into peices, stealing their bodyparts to help build up their minion base... it was the Vahzilok Damaa hoped to meet tonight.

Her arm was now painfully infused with this strange glove, it felt like it was biting down on her flesh, it hurt so much that she had been trying, in vain, for the last hour to tug it off but no matter how much she pulled on it, it was almost like she was trying to pull off her own arm, even the random spark of electricity she could muster ended up shocking herself. She was desparate to get it off and confused by this whole experience, it seemed somewhat like a practical joke was being played on her but... she was already lost in her depression which in turn was clouding her judgement; she wanted to be captured by Vahzilok so they could cut it off so she took to the streets, searching the back alleys and heading down into the industrial zone, where it was known the Vahzilok would lie in wait to catch late factory workers or unsuspecting club goers.

It took her an hour but she soon heard the high pitched screech of a desparate woman, pleading for her saftey, and also the calm yet intimidating tone of a reaper saying "Think of this as an early organ donation"

This was what Damaa wanted, she hopped over the fence and made her way around the corner where the reaper stood, holding down his victim with his foot.

"Let her go!" Said Damaa in a demanding tone.

Although their face masks hid their mouths, it was clear to Damaa that this Vahzilok was mustering an amused smile.

"Damaa... i heard about your fumbleings on the news, how is your husband?" Said the reaper in an amused tone.

Her feet were now frozen, she wanted to speak but her voice and ran far far away along with her nerve. The woman lay face down on the ground, sobbing to herself.

"I'll let her go, but you must take her place... even your hero parts must be worth somthing" HE exclaimed with glee.

The woman got to her feet and ran off into the night, Damaa was still frozen on the spot as the reaper cautiously steped towards her.

"Nice arm" he said "it will make a fine donation to our army"

"Y'you can take it if you can get it off"

"And i will" He smiled as he stepped ever closer to her "I saw your husband the other day... well parts of him anyway, he works close by Dr Vahzilok now, he is most obedient"

"shut up!" exclaimed Damaa

The reaper was now close enough to make his move, Damaa closed her eyes tight and waited, the last thing she saw was the reaper lifting his cleaver slowly, his eyes filled with delight at what he was about to do. She waited for his fatal strike.

Suddenly a crackle of electricity was heard and as if her arm had now got a life of its own, it sprung into action, almost as if someone had said the magic words or pressed the on button; Damaa looked on suddenly, her arm, now beyond her control was pointed out and electric blue sparks were now building up around her hand. The reaper stood infront of her observing this new and confusing action that was not on Damaa's security i.d.

"Interesting." He said softly "What does that..."

But before he had time to finish he was blasted by a powerful volt directly into his chest, so taken back by it infact that he fell to the floor, twicthing a final time before his heart came to a grinding halt.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Damaa.

Soon after she gained control of her arm again, she could now move it as she pleased but their was something confusing her about this arm... it no longer hurt, in fact it seemed to give her some kind of comfort... still she would need to let the MAGI team over at atlas part have a look.

She ran and hopped over the fence towards the train station, on her way their she noticed the same woman who was being terrorised by Vahzilok now being dragged into an alley by the lost, swiftly she followed.

"Tell your human leader that we shall be comming!" Said the swordsman "That all the humans shall perish and that..."

"Not your night tonight is it love" Said Damaa to the distraught woman.

Like before, her arm again shot to life and within seconds the swordsman was lying flat on his back, dead. Damaa helped the woman up to her feet and slowly guided her back to the main road to a police officer.

"You are safe now" Said Damaa softly.

"Thank you... thank you so much!" Sobbed the woman as she grabed ahold of Damaa and hugged her "You saved me... the news was wrong about you... you are a real hero in my eyes"

With that the poilce escorted the woman back home. Damaa stood their taken back by her comment, she had never been called a hero before... it felt... nice, knowing she could help someone. Now a little happier she ran to the train station and jumped on the train to atlas park.

(( Look back soon for Part 2.1 "The lord taketh away!" - to gain one thing of beauty, is to lose something close to you... again - please leave feedback, comments, questions or suggestions, if your character would like to cameo in an upcomming story of Damaa then please dont hesitate to post and ask. ))

Sitting alone on top of some apartment blocks in kings row, Damaa silently teared, she looked to the streets below and saw a woman being mugged, a group of skulls breaking into a factory across the road and two outcasts conversing in the shadows of a back alley, exchanging hands with swift eyes and glances. It was all too sad.

"Damaa, so fitting for you right now dont you think" came a voice from behind her.

Damaa remined silent, looking on in dismay, she knew it was her rival 'Scroned' so she didnt bother to turn around, the trails and challenges of paragon were finally becomming to much for her.

"your name does mean to cry doesnt it?" continued Scroned in a humourus tone.

"I usually pray when i feel like this... but i dont think he listens to us anymore" Said Damaa quietly.

Scorned looked down to her feet, she may have been Damaa's rival but she knew how much Damaa valued her faith; she was taken back somewhat by that comment, only lifting her head to respond "He listend enough to give you your power didnt he?... i never really did figure out where mine come from"

"I dont know what i have to do" Said Damaa sheepishly "This power i cant even controll correctly and even knowing about me they laugh when i tell them to disist! ... im not a superhero, im not even a hero... not like #1"

With that she got to her feet, wiped her eyes and made her way to the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Asked Scroned.

"Home, to be with myself, to live by myself and one day to get married and have a family and live jaded like the citizens do!" She sneered "You just fly down and leave me be!"

Scorned, with a shocked expression felt her cold heart raise up into her throat and with a 'hmph!' she turned her back and floated off into the night as Damaa carfully made her way down the fire escape, so not to slip, as usual. She climbed all the way to the bottom and made her way back to her appartment where, to her suprise, a little girl sat waiting outside her door.

"May i help you?" Asked Damaa.

"You may help him... he told me to give you this" Said the little girl with a smile as she struggled to lift a heafty box off the ground next to her.

"Is that for me? i dont remember ordering anything, i think you have the wrong appartment little girl..."

"Damaa... he heard you, you are to fight with him, for him... he is giving you this" said the little girl as she started to walk away, a slight skip in her step.

Damaa looked on, somewhat amazed, she was such a pretty little girl; she cast her eyes back to the door where a tall package was standing upright.

Hurridly she took it inside, locked her door and scrammbled to open it up, it looked like any regular package, a package you might find self assembled shelfs or something but inside... was a glove. Long and metalic, hollow to put her arm all the way in, all the way to her shoulder with a bulky mass near the hand. She slowly slipped her hand in and as if it was pulling her it slotted in, the arm then closed around her shoulder, locking itself firmly onto her arm.

((Check back for part 2 in the comming weeks to see what happens next if you are interested, please leave comments or feedback if you wish to))