Liz Bathory

Elizabeth who was just looking in disbelieve at Barzini, turned around for a second when she heard Adam enter. "I believe you entered at just the right time..."

watch it though if you pvp at lvl 50. Mine is not as squishy as she looks with Inventions Have survived more of these attacks.

yes...
just a bit late.

In a back street of Cap Au Diable Elizabeth is attracting the attention of a handsome young man. She was wearing a small sexy black dress and the man obviously felt he hit the jackpot. Pulling him back in the shadows of a dark ally he stumbles over his words… “H-how much!”

Elizabeth holds her finger against his lips. “For you its for free tonight, pretty boy.”, she says with a smile. She pulls him close and starts kissing him passionately. Then she starts to lick his neck. The man closes his eyes and as such misses the sudden change of appearance in his forbidden love her face. Eyes turned red, skin pale and fangs grew sharp the second she strikes. He was dead so fast that he still retained his smile of ecstasy when she dropped his body on the filthy alley stones.

Then something unexpected happens… Behind her a portal appears and Rikti stepped out. The first one blasted her and hit her shoulder. Elizabeth hissed with pain, but overcame her initial surprise. The second shot only caught the night mists she had turned into, to solidify in front of the second one. With one fast movement she snapped the invader his neck and opened his armor with her claws. More out of habit then sense she placed her fangs in his skin, regretting it a moment later.

Spewing the alien blood out she hissed… “Damn aliens… ugly… attacking my turf… and unfit as food too.” Across the street she sees a second portal appear, more Rikti coming out.

She grabbed the first soldier his quantum gun and shoved it aside… her right claw-like nails entering his throat and pushing him up to the alley wall. “I don’t need you creeps on this planet!”, she screams.

She turned towards her dead human victim. “Time for you to do me a favor, pretty boy.” And with that she started to chant in latin, dark powers formed around them both. The fumes entered the corpse of the man and his eyes opened. “Go get them… leave none alive!”

The corpse grabbed an iron bar and started hacking around. In only a few minutes he had killed at least five invaders while his mistress killed the rest. Then the flow of Rikti ended as soon as it began. Leaving Elizabeth with a torn dress, dead aliens filling the alley and a vampire queen with a wild blood-thirsty look in her eyes.

Elizabeth gave a wicked smile... "You’re looking at one of the most powerful women, maybe the most powerful woman on these islands at the moment.” Elizabeth pointed at the newspaper. “I have personal access to all those weapons. The oaf is leaning more and more on my council these days. And as long as in some way he believes the people are served, I can sway his decisions any way I want.”

“As far as I can tell my cover is still completely un-breached.”, Elizabeth sipped some of her chalice. “I have some doubts about this Tutu who seem to be very suspicious about me. But I have people watching him. If he finds out anything, he will get an ‘accident’.”

She looked at Romanov for a second… “Unless he is still of any importance to deals in process of course?”

“Aside of that I have spread my influence across the countryside.”, She licked some of the blood of her lips. “Several strong newly turned vampires under my control are making sure the night breed on these islands gather under me… excuse me… us.”

She slipped her shoe off and slowly rubbed Romanov across his leg under the table.

“I am getting tired of the ape though.”, she said ignoring Alicia for a moment and looking straight at Romanov.

Tarana
Canteen, Female Block, The Zig - Now

Tarana stood in line to get her breakfast. Looking around she was again amazed with the diversity of inmates the Zigg had. It was all a bit strange to her. Suddenly she was pushed aside by a huge aquatic woman or creature. At least a head larger then she was. As Tarana was already almost 7' that was real huge.

The obvious meta-human looked at her for a second as if she should be happy to let her step in. Tarana felt a rage come up... she hated meta-humans alright, but being treated like this was even worse. She tapped him on his shoulder... "Move it, Sushi-[censored]! Get to the end of the line...", she said with a firm voice.

The woman turned around and gave Tarana a fast poke on the chest. At that moment Tarana grabbed her finger and gave a firm twist... breaking it. A scream of pain and a loud curse followed almost immediatly.

In two seconds three guards walked up to her. "What the hell do you think you're doing lady!", one said while standing in front of her with an electro hocker ready.

The other inmates where forming a circle, some where screaming "Fight! Fight!"

The blue woman was growling with anger and pain. Around her where several guards too. "Get her back to her cell, and this one... get her to the sickbay."

One of the guards addressed the crowd... "Oke, show is over. Back to you're own business!"

The meta-human looked at Tarana and screamed "Rorqual is going to get you for this [censored]! You will regret this! You will regret this for sure!" The guards shocked her and she squinced for a second. Then she was escorted to the sickbay.

Inside the large glass doors where opened... A table was set ready with a diversity of Japanese dishes... mostly made from local fish... There was a Shunde dish, Inun Unan, Shashimi and Shushi . A few meat dishes where served too. Like Hayashi raisu with rice. Hiro obviously had outdone himself.

He showed Alicia her chair and quickly ran back to the door. When he saw Elizabeth and Romanov he bowed deep. "All is in readiness, immortal mistress.", he said.

Elizabeth had a seat on the head of the table. Her chalice with her family crest filled with fresh blood. Hiro offered the seat on the right of her to Romanov.

Well.. he is in for a surprise if he digs deep enough

Isamu stepped out and opened the door for the countess. While Elizabeth stepped out she saw Alicia Barzini being allowed in by Hiro. Hiro was dressed as waiter for the occasion. Long sleeves covered his elaborate body tattoo’s. Then her eyes fell on Romanov.

“Alex…”, she said while holding out her hand for him to take. “It has been a long time.”

Would it be safe for the RP with parts of it being open now... to show the previous hidden content? As of the pdf I made of all previous content.

General Buku’s Mountainside Villa, The Liberty Islands

Elizabeth stepped out of the shower. She looked at Jean-Baptiste Buku lying in the big bed. For a month now she was the most powerful woman on the Liberty Islands. But in her minds eye the price for it was high. The showers she took every time he had touched her weren’t nearly enough. She picked out a black summer dress and walked up to the mirror in the bathroom. For a second double checking if Buku was still asleep.

In the mirror she didn’t see the high society woman Eliza Thábyro, she saw a shimmering image of Elizabeth Báthory. Beautiful but deadly. Her blood red eyes and dead pale skin showed her vampiric nature. As the mirror image showed her true self… and was hard to see, she had to be careful not to be caught unaware in front of it.

Doing her makeup she thought about the upcoming meeting of the League of Righteous Destroyers. It had been two months since last they came together… Two months of planning, building and scheming… Each on their own according to plan and design. Soon they will be in total control of everything in the Liberty Islands. Would the others have succeeded as well as she?

The meeting will take place at her Villa. Villa Palm was nothing more then her little retreat now that she lived most of her time in this luxury mountainside. Still she had to be back once in a while to regenerate in the desecrated soil of her homeland. She had spread rumors of her doing charity work along the countryside to explain why she had to be away so often. And indeed she was in the countryside a lot. To feed… She even turned a few handsome young men and women into vampires. Providing her with her own guard… or night army… or just to play with when she had more then she could take from the bulky body mass that was this general.

She walked up the balcony and enjoyed the view of Liberty City. The island's two volcanoes where seemingly at peace now and she wondered if Erebus had paid tribute to the fire spirits the last two months as they had requested. From the bedroom came an low grunt. Apparently the oaf was waking up. She walked back and put on her smile.

“Good morning my warlord…”, she said while giving him a small kiss. “I am going out for today… not sure how late it will get. No need to wait up for me now. Don’t you forget you have to inspect the newly arrived assault bots today.” Buku grunted again and turned around.

Elizabeth walked down the stairs. The servants where already used to the fact that she never came down for breakfast alone… ever. And weren’t even asking her anymore to sit down. In the main hall she saw her driver standing ready under a large painting of elephants. “Is the Rolls standing ready Isamu?”, she asked him. Isamu bowed slightly “Yes, immortal mistress.”, he answered.

Elizabeth put her large brimmed summer hat and her sunglasses on before walking out into the full sunlight. “Time to set up a meeting.”, she says while walking up to the car.

Tarana & Nadja Romanov
Female Block, The Zig - Now

Slowly Tarana started to take in her new surroundings. There where two bunks on the right. One was obviously in use by her cell mate. Te bottom one was free...

For a moment Tarana thought about starting a ruckus about wanting the top bunk. Her being in the Zig so much longer. She looked at Nadja who read a newspaper in the corner sitting on the only chair in the cell and decided it was not worth it. So she dumped her clothes on the lower bunk and sat down.

Tarana noticed a small desk and a toilet. The red-painted steel door had a small window in it. And there was a video camera in the top corner right under the ceiling. She picked a clean shirt from her pile of clothes and took the one she was wearing off. A small tattooed skull was visible on her shoulder.

Under her bunk she found a basket for the laundry. She threw her dirty shirt in and put on the new one. Lying down she started to think who the hell her lawyer was. She never could afford one. And the one appointed to her during her trial stopped calling not even a month after she came to the Zig. She kicked her boots off and closed her eyes.

All went black...

Tarana
King’s Row – Then

Tarana woke up having a streak of sunlight in her face. She was naked lying next to Michael. They had a wild and busy night. There had been a new supernadine shipment from Perez Park and they where now valuating the stuff before selling it off to the Troll gangs in Steel.

Drunk and wild both she and Michael had used a small amount of supernadine themselves. Now a night later she felt all her muscles ache. That would be the last time she would do that for sure. Some of those Trolls became absurdly strong of it... others just where high on the stuff. She wasn't sure if it would have any effect on her though. Probably nothing. At least she wasn't green.

Looking at her man she grabbed her clothes and got dressed. Michael had to kill an paragon police officer last night who saw them moving the supernadine. It was awesome seeing him use his death-powers. He drained all life from the man... And she remember giving the officer a kiss to congratulate him on meeting death in such a way.

Tonight they will get the crates to Steel Canyon. Suddenly a bone crusher was standing in the door knocking it a few times with an iron bar...

Female Block, The Zig - Now

A guard walked passed their door. Giving an extra knock on it with his nightstick. Tarana woke up abruptly. She wasn't used to that anymore. Solitary had no such thing as a schedule... unless you made it yourself. Obviously it was time to get up and start the day. Just another day in the Zigg.

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Tarana & Nadja Romanov
Female Block, The Zig - Now

The guards stop at cell 154. The larger one of the two looks inside the cell "Move aside Romanov! You finally got a cell mate! I think you two deserve each other."

He signs the man in the guard office at the end of the corridor and the door unlocks. While his collegue removes the cuffs and tries to push Tarana in. But he can't move her. Tarana looks at him, then looks at his name tag. "I will remember you.", she whispers.

Totally ignoring Nadja she walks in.

Tarana
Female Block, The Zig - Now

The two guards guide Tarana to her new cell. Cuffed as she is she holds her clothes under her arm. She never had need of any other personal things, not while in solitary.

They pass several cells across the level. Some of the inmates recognise her and look up to her in admiration. Knowing where she has been the past three years. Others barely look, as they had never seen Tarana before.

Tarana
Solitary Confinement, The Zig – Now

Soft light from the corridor came through the small openings of Tarana’s cell door. Inside Tarana was pulling up her body on the rusty bars of her ceiling. Her eyes where staring to the wall without really seeing it. Suddenly one of the bars breaks! The force of her pulling on it made the bar land on her head hard and she falls down on the Floor.

Skull Territory, King’s Row – Then

Tarana is lying on the ground slowly getting up. She and her opponent are surrounded by a circle of fanatic Skulls screaming for blood. Her hand slowly grabs the stone lying next to her. The one that just hit her hard on the head. Her vision blurred she can just make out the Hellion who threw it coming up to her.

Barely able to see she jumps up with all her might and grabs him at his jacket. Her knee kicking him in his stomach several times. Grasping for air the large man bends over a bit. Seizing her opening Tarana clasps her hands together and throws all her weight into one huge blow. He hits the street hard… thick streams of blood coming from his forehead he trembles for a moment and then stops moving.

Around her the chanting starts… “Skulls for ever! Tarana… Tarana… Tarana…” Still dizzy she takes of his jacket and tears the Hellion symbol of it before putting it on. Looking around she finds the eyes of her lover, her Bone Daddy.

Michael Cretin only had been a Bone Daddy for a few months now, handpicked by the Petrovic brothers themselves. When he met Tara Stromboli he knew he had a winner. And now she had earned her place between the Skulls. He will take her to choose her own casket this afternoon. And have wild sex in it too.

Tarana looks into his eyes seeing the proud glitter. Passionately she kisses him and the surrounding Skulls start to chant louder.

Solitary Confinement, The Zig – Now

A loud bonk on the door is heard bringing Tarana out of her memories. It was the warden Joe Connor. “Tarana! Phone for you...! You're lawyer…”

Slowly the door opened and he was standing there… two guards flanking him. They cuffed Tarana and bring her to the warden's office. Putting the horn in her hand he says… “I believe this is you’re lucky day.”

Tarana looked at him… mumbling “I don’t have a lawyer…”, then put the horn to her ear. A calm monotone voice on the other side was heard “I arranged for you to be removed from solitary using some rules on maximum time and health. Everything is ready, you just need to sign the release paper. And please keep cool until you’re back in the Female Block.”

“He hang up?!”, Tarana says while looking at Joe. “Where do I sign?”

Tarana
Solitary Confinement, The Zig – Now

“You’re food for today!”, Tom yelled. While he shoves a platter of prison food hardly worthy of the name though an opening in the door. For a moment he looks at the name…

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Tara Stromboli
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Non-Super Powered
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Finishing his round he joins his colleague in the department guard room. The big armored window looks out on the hallway where the cells are. On the background the sports channel is on.

“He Joe, I know I am new… but why do you have a non-super here in solitary?”, he asks.

“You mean Tarana?”, Joe answers. “I would watch it with her. The broad has been here for over three years. She killed a super and three of my mates back then. She may be non-super, but she is just as dangerous as if she would be.”

He points at the closed video system. “Look at her… She does that every day several times. Using the iron bars in the ceiling of her cell to pull up her own weight. There is hardly a moment I don’t see her doing anything else then train, sleep or eat. Although there are camera’s in the shower parts of this section too of course…” He smiled delighted.

The screen showed Tarana stopping for a moment. She was large indeed. Her long black hair falling over her back. Dressed in standard prison workpants. Her sweat was covering her t-shirt showing of her chest rather good. Tarana took her platter… Drinking half of her water and starting to eat. Finishing up she uses the back of her plastic spoon to write something on her dirty platter. Holding it in front of the camera it reads… ‘You like what you see?’

Joe shudders… “Not that it is much fun to get her there… normally we use three of us and electro-shockers. To be sure she stays on a safe distance. She tried to escape last week. That’s why you’re here. Jack got to close and ended up with a head-bust. The [censored] broke his neck. He’s at home now. Will take a long time before he is back to work again.”

“Is she sane?”, Tom asks. “If she spends most of her time in solitary for al those years… that can’t be healthy.”

Joe nods. “I don’t know… but she is not happy to be here. Of that I am certain.”

Tarana emptied her water can and shoved both the can and the platter outside. Then lied down on the floor and started to bench-press her bed with one hand.

Sword of Bast
A charmed short sword blessed by the Egyptian goddess Bast herself. The sword is sometimes referred to in ancient text as 'the Claw of the Huntress'.

The sword has an Tempered, enchanted unknown metal, double-edged blade and the visage of Bast herself is placed upon it in gold. It is kept at her home on the wall above a small altar with perfumed oils.

The sword is over 3000 years old and still in perfect sharp unrusted condition. Enchantments placed upon it might make it near indestructable. When its near the natural enemies of the gods of Heliopolis the eyes in the visage of Bast will glow with a green light.

First of all... Like already stated... Any comic... marvel, DC or COX is possible to be on the shelves of the Paragon comic shops without any harm to the RP in ANY way.

In fact it will make the feeling of RP better.. Like Elky stated with Pulp Fiction as movie. The world is as close to the real world as can be with super heroes added.

Circle of Thorns in comics.. Hell ye!!! The most famous Captain America cover ever was him smashing Hitler's face in. Mussolini etc. Also came bye often. Current day Superman fights terrorsist.

The Golden age of comics where always when real life threads could be used as enemies. I guess that would not be any different with COT being beat up by a well known hero like Statesman. It helps the public feel better... so it sells... so its good business.

DC Comics are in marvel, Marvel comics are in DC. And more...

I have seen Kitty Pryde wear an Elfquest t-shirt before Elfquest was by marvel
I have seen Clark Kent looking up and see marvel's Quasar fly over during his honeymoon in New York
I have seen the Flash appear in Quasar as an amnesiac super speeder calling himself Buried Alien (Barry Allen)
I have seen Spiderman read a dc comic
The Fantastic Four stopped by at Marvel Comics several times. They are telling real life adventures.
In current She-Hulk they are used as reference in court.. as they always are retellings of stories that happened.
Stated in the in-comic marvel studios was that they sometimes made up stories.. but that the heroes often hate it when it is done.

I have both marvel and dc met in several special crossovers although those can be seen as outside continuity. As normal continuity explains Marvel and DC as seperate Multiverses... Each holding a number of dimensions and Universes. Still the influence of both are shown in comics on either side.

now.. where are my pencils

Yup... copy the edit stuff from warshade... make a new page under youre new name... paste...

Goto warshade edit.. and remove / clear the complete bio

Storm over Cap Au Diable was now raging in full... Lightning was illuminating the sky more then once. Through it flew a giant bat, even though it had some trouble flying with these winds it almost seemed to have a smile on its face. It entered a macabre house through an open window on the first floor and started to shimmer and transform.

Elizabeth had just fed on a lone sailor at the docks. She looked vivid, and even had some color back on her undead skin. Her hair was wet. She looked up and another lightning bolt struck, followed by a thunderclap. She smiled... this was her kind of night.

Slowly she walked down to the catacombs... along the stairs the candles ignited themselves when she passed them. Entering her bedchaimbers she threw her cloak on her bed. On her writing desk was her diary. She sat down and started to write down the events of the evening. Ending the page with... "Bathory Erzsebet"

She looked at the paperwork left for her by her Dark Templars. "This is not the time for boring administation work. It will have to wait for later." she thought by herself. Tomorrow she will have to travel back to the Liberty Isles. She will do them before leaving.

Elizabeth walked towards the closet and picked out a black nightgown. Taking of her clothes she slipped into it. Then her body started to shimmer again, she turned into an evening mist that slowly creeped through the small openings of her tomb. Inside the mist reformed again. She closed her eyes and fell into the sleep of the undead, still smiling slightly.

Placed a new page.. the first page for the International Hero Idols ...

http://union.virtueverse.com/index.php/Cher_Nobyl

The complete Brochure in pdf format... (4.12MB)

www.drstrange.nl/coh/HeroIdols.pdf

A Tour Through ViaTron's 'International Hero Idols' Studio
by Rick Claessen

Eight months ago ViaTron, the producers of Hero Idol, made that very challenge throughout the world. Thousands of wannabe heroes responded… Where are the recordings taking place? If not during close combat with paragon’s villainous factions…

The answer is Paragon city’s main TV studio… Also owned by ViaTron Productions. This brochure gives a small insider view of ViaTron Productions and the studio where the International Hero Idols finalist will gather.


ViaTron Productions TV-studio is based in a large building overseeing Atlas Park. Based in the centre of Paragon City the studio is brand-new and still being upgraded. Several rooms are being redecorated while we speak and inaccessible to us.

We begin our tour in the public entrance. Like most of the expensive high buildings in Paragon it uses a teleport transfer system instead of elevators. When our eyes adjust to the transfer we see an inviting room. Large litho’s of heroes are covering the wooden walls. Chairs for guest are available. Waiting is the studio’s Assistant Producer Nancy Bogert who will be our guide.

While we introduce ourselves she offers us a drink in the reception bar. Refreshed we start… excited about what we would be going to see.

The studio is small but functional. The banners in the silver and gold theme of Hero Idols are already in place. Between them litho'’s showing some of the heroes of Paragon City who will be issuing the task forces for the Idols. From left to right Positron, Sister Psyche and Manticore.

Looking around the studio we see the Executive Producer doing the same. His name is Theodore Korstanje. But we are advised to just call him ‘Ted’.

Ted shows us the ultra-modern recording equipment. It’s like we never have seen before. He assures us that these systems can make 3-D images and be shown on normal tv’s as easily as the 3-D projectors build into, for instance, the Police scanners.

“But why don’t you ask our head cam operator?”, he advices us. In the tech room behind the public we find Edward ‘Ed’ Tjiang.

Ed shows us some of the equipment. Even though we can’t understand half of it, it looks mighty impressive. He also tells us of the special camera’s build into the glasses and belts of the finalists so we, the audience at home, are able to follow every task at hand first view. Even the new finalist costumes will be having them one way or the other. Although some of the Heroes aren’t as happy with wearing glasses at that stage as others. But there are ways around that.

Behind the podium we find an entrance ‘backstage’. Here we find all special items ready to be placed on-stage if needed. Spare parts etc.

Ed assures us that it is all categorised and ready to be used if needed.

We continue to the lounge room where the crew and heroes can rest up in-between takes. Or while waiting on make-up, testing or further treatment to enhance their powers. Most of the finalists still daily receive specially designed treatments.

The room is very inviting and breathes a good atmosphere. Magazines are scattered around showing the Hero Idols. Some have pictures clipped out. Obviously our Idols collect what is told or written about them. I can’t really blame them on that.

Up the small stairs we find the make-up department. And it’s there that we go look next.

The head of the make-up department is waiting for us there. Her name is Angelique ‘Angel’ Houston. She shows us some of the basics and gives us a close look at the camera equipment in the glasses. Its very small but also in 3-D… using the two glasses to produce the effect.

To the left we see the conference room and the producer's office, but our attentions already goes to the more exciting parts of the building...

The medical facilities are placed next to the Make-Up. An essential part of Hero Idols as most of the finalist are under constant medical treatment. We are told that the tech department is still placed elsewhere but will move over as soon as their area’s are fully build and decorated.

Nancy shows us some of the equipment itself. There is monitoring equipment for radiation. Biometric equipment. Nano-tech in small containers ready to be injected… obviously designed for August Star herself. And cryo-technology that can only be used for Coldblaze.

The second part of the room holds a special floor.

“This can be used to either upgrade the radiation levels and control of Cher Nobyl, infuse more power in the bio powers of Bio-Pulse, reinforce the stone skin of Busta Blaster or even enhance the nano-tech of August Star.”, Nancy tells us.

And indeed the system looked mighty advanced.

Next to it is a room full of armor parts. It is the place where Cinderstrike's devices are created, Dogo's sword is constantly upgraded and much... much more.

For now this is the end of our tour through the studio. We thank the crew of ViaTron Productions for their hospitality and assure them we will be glued to our television screen next 21st of march when the show goes life.

Rick Claessen for Capes Magazine, 18th march edition, wishing you a pleasant show.

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ViaTron Productions (TM)

Theodore Korstanje, Executive producer Viatron Productions
He is responsible for the total running of the show. The ‘boss’ in fact. Although he hates the word / title himself.

Nancy Bogert, Assistant producer to Theodore ‘Ted’ Korstanje
Whatever he can’t handle because of time and schedule… she does. She also is the marketing advisor and head of public relations.

Edward Tjiang, Head of the studio ‘tech’ department.
He is responsible for the recordings of all of our heroes’ actions and studio equipment. He doesn’t supervice Cinderstrike’s or Dogo Argentino’s tech though.

Angelique Houston, Make-up and appearance is her game.
She leads the complete make-up and clothing department. Including the special resistant and control suits of the eight finalists.