The Revelation of Alicia Barzini

This roleplay thread is a character orientated plot and involves mainly the people in her life. Rated PG13 for violence. Enjoy the read!

Chapter One: The Wandering Clone

A netherworld known to many as the seventh void. A place of dry land and desert climate. A man in a purple-blue lycra suit with yellow stripped patterns wanders through the barren lands without purpose or direction. He staggers about, struggling to summon enough energy to take his next step forwards. As beads of sweat broke out from within his costume, the man gives in and risks removing his helmet. He lifts off the reinforced plastic and reveals smooth brown skin and a handsome shaven face with sharp eyes and slick, jet-black hair.

In the distance, he thought he could see a makeshift hut built near an oasis. Worn out and dehydrated from his long walk, the man rushes off towards the oasis. In his mind he pictured the sweet beautiful sensation of fine water flowing down his sandy throat and quenching the burning fire in his aching lungs. So close to the water, the man trips on a thread of wire and falls face first into the desert sand. In the corner of his eye he saw something big and sharp falling at a high speed from the palm trees above. A quick and deadly flash of steel was the last thing he ever saw.

"Oh nasty!" came a voice from inside the hut.

"That's the third one this week" said another. "Dante, your turn to clean up out there!"

"Why!?" came a high pitched reply. "Man, I do all the work around here. This is bullying, you know that? It's because I'm the youngest isn't it?"

"Youngest by what, twelve hours?" said another voice. "Don't worry bro, I'll take care of this."

Out of the hut came a man dressed in dirty torn jeans and a once-white vest. His facial features flawlessly resembled the decapitated victim's.

"Well if it isn't Captain Harlem to the rescue," came a snide comment, shouting after the exiting man.

"I find it intriguing" said another voice, deep, with a New York accent. "Guy's only been here a few months and already he acts like one of us."

"Well technically, Axel" came another voice. "Err... he is one of us."

Chapter Two: Bloodthirst

In an old castle off the shores of Cap Au Diable, a woman seemingly in her late twenties sat unmoving at a long dinner table. On it where no lamb or chicken, no vegetables and no fruit. Instead, it was decorated with goblets filled to the brim with flowing red blood. Drips fell from high above the table where dozens of decapitated bodies hung lifeless. Their heads placed on fine gold platters, their faces an eery display of death masks. The woman sat there, dressed like royalty in a flamboyant ink-black laced corset dress, and struggling to compose herself before the food presented to her. Utterly revolted, she finally lost control. Her mouth contorted and her chest heaved and before she could stop herself she had hurled the contents of stomach onto her plate. "Elizabeth" she muttered. "I can't do it. I'm sorry, I just... all this, it just isn't me."

Elizabeth Báthory sat in front of her on the other side of the table. Dressed in velvet red, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders.

Looking into the now red colored eyes of the woman her face almost showed some concern. "Alicia darlin', you can't deny what you have become. Sooner or later youre body will crave what it needs." She lifted her goblet filled with blood and drank some of it. "Not many start their first feeding in style like this you know... Most will have to hunt for their food."

The countess snapped her fingers and out of the corner of room came a walking corpse... animated by the vampire witch her magic. "Clean this up...", she hissed to it.

Looking up at the bodies she released a sigh... "Who would have thought the great murderous Pistol would have a problem with a small thing like death..."

"Alicia!", Elizabeth screamed while rushing to her.

She held her in her arms recognizing the signs of blood shortage. "By the dark Gods! Alicia... have you not feed at all the past months. Do you want to die again!?" With those words Elizabeth grabbed the full goblet of blood and started force-feeding her friend. The blood flowed over Alicia her lips... in her mouth... and, as she couldn't swallow very well, all over her clothes and the floor too.

Slipping further and further into the abyss, Pistol could only just about make out the frantic words of the Countess Bathory. She could feel her vampiric heart beat it's final pulse. "By the dark Gods! Alicia..." were the very last words she heard. Suddenly, a jolt of life washed over her, trickling down her throat and reigniting her heart like high voltage electricity on a defribilator. The taste was overwhelming. Strong and empowering, with a binding pleasure that called for you to never let go. Alicia shot up onto her feet, gasping for air, her face contorted with murderous rage and a monsterous hunger.

Her cuspid teeth grew elongated like sharp canine fangs, her lips turned blood red, her eyes flickered and changed into slit-like iris like that of a cat. The muscles of her eyebrows frowned darkly and bulged outwards like that of a gorilla. Pistol's heart was pounding so hard it threatened to explode from her ribcages. She paused momentarily to survey her surroundings. She recognised her friend nearby and the presence of the undead servant. What caught her attention were the bleeding corpses hanging above the dinner table.

Without warning, she leapt onto the ceiling and began a frenzy of feeding. Somehow latching herself onto the brickwork, she scaled the room, ripping limbs off the bodies and sinking her fangs deep into the blood vessels of her lifeless dinner. In her final fight for survival, Pistol's months-long bloodthirst had finally won her over. "More! I crave for more!" she screamed, in a hoarse, hungry voice that was very much unlike the self-restrained gracefulness of Alicia Barzini.

Elizabeth snapped at the servant who only just finished cleaning up. "Bring me the young male...", she said with an angry sound in her voice.

The animated corpse walked away as fast as he could and only minutes later came back with a well shaped but weak young man over his shoulder. Carrying the body like it was a sack of potatoes.

She pointed at a ring in the wall right next to her. The servant understood and chained the man against it.

The young man had a terrified expression on his face... but Elizabeth had ripped open part of his throat and he was unable to speak. Blood was flowing down it and over his still muscled chest. It was unbelievable that this person was a Longbow recruit stationed in Nerva only two days ago. The young boy struggling to get free. Hhis efforts only made his heart beat faster.

Once more the countess looked upon her guest. It's time for youre first real kill then Alicia. Slowly she went out of the way watching in anticipation what would come.

Chapter Three: Illuminatus

Paulatuk, Canada.

Above, the icey winds blew across the glacial formations of the Arctic circle, the temperatures plummeting to an average of −35 °C. The wind carried snow and ice briskly across the surface. A small town battered by the snowstorm, innocuous in its appearance and by all accounts abandoned by its residents.

Deep below the surface was a different story. A large base, one of the quarters of the Midnight Illuminati, was well-heated with neither sight or sound from above penetrating the insulated structure. At its center; a large chamber, home to an equally large meeting table.

Several of the seats were already filled by beings of familiar and unfamiliar appearance. Together they sat in silent contemplation lifting their heads only to watch the door open as the leader of the gathering made his way in.

Emperor Gar stepped in, staring with his one clean eye, wearing his rather more casual outfit of trenchcoat and leather pants, smiling at his fellows from the Echelon and walking casually to his place at the table.

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Originally Posted by Dispari I don't know why Dink thinks she's not as sexy as Jay was. In 5 posts she's already upstaged his entire career.

Chapter Four: Four Months Later

Monday 12th April 2010, Early Dawn - Cell 235, Block D, Ziggursky Penitentiary.

She had been incarcerated only two months and already Alicia 'Pistol' Barzini, daughter of the late great Italian crimelord Antonio Barzini, had amassed a following of over half the prison and spread fear with her reputation alone; the woman who killed the Priest. Now the truth was out in the papers. They had tried to bury it, but like the Priest himself, the truth about his death managed to rise from the grave and out into the world. Pinned to the four walls of her cell were several newspaper clippings relating to the return of Pious Hunter, some even covered her planned release just two days away. Two days and she would be back in the real world, made to face the cruel and bitter mess that was her life. How would she cope when she meets the Priest again? Would she be able to live with the guilt of having killed him? A defenceless man recovering on a sterile hospital bed, shot then poisoned to death by her hand, by her pistol.

Pistol's thoughts wandered off for a while before the sudden thirst for blood came crashing down on her like a decades-old hunger. She'd been kindly supplied with cattle blood while inside the Zigg, but her year-long battle against the demonic vampire deep within her undead, soulless body was now taking its toll. Pistol looked pale-white, her eye sockets hollow and black, her long dark hair now grey and shrivelled, bald patches showing her decomposing scalp. She often felt ill and unwell, unable to move her limbs let alone stand up to be dressed. Day and night she would stay in her cell and issue her commands from within. Re-dying her body may be, but the power of her reputation and the reach of her resources were formidable.

Suddenly, Alicia heard a noise from down the corridors. But she was supposed to be alone, all other inmates had been counted and moved downstairs for breakfast. So, she wondered, who could be so audacious to wander around near her cell at this time of morning.


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Pistol's narrow eyes shifted in their hollow grave and fell upon the shape standing outside her jail cell. "And who are you?" she hissed, her demonic side focusing on the visitor's blood pressure.

Kendra smiled as if looking down on her fellow inmate, her pulse quite steady. She had always been sensitive to demonic presense and she could feel the demon inside Alicia watching her. She rubbed her neck as if to tease it, returning to folded arms as she spoke again.

"I don't suppose you would recognise me. You never did look beneath you when you steam-rolled through this city with all those devoted followers. My name is Kendra. I tried to rob Talos Island bank when you decided to rob it as well. Most of my friends died that day and the rest of us ended up in the Zig here. Never though I'd see you end up in this place and looking so pathetic as well. Bonus!"

Her smile widened as she basked in the moment.

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Originally Posted by Dispari I don't know why Dink thinks she's not as sexy as Jay was. In 5 posts she's already upstaged his entire career.

Something clicked inside Alicia's mind, igniting a fearsome rage. She rolled off the warm duvet covering her naked form and summoned enough strength to stand on her feet. With masked agony and a convincing cockiness, she approached the bars of her jail cell. Her pale white skin was flakey and her face thin as a grim reaper. She looked like a walking zombie and moved with a disconserting composure. Her dark and hollow eyes trained on the unwelcomed visitor. "Kendra, when I leave this hell hole on Wednesday" Pistol began, "I will find the rest of your scumbag friends and I will kill them. Why? Because you're f**king annoying. Now get the hell away from my cell before my kill list expands."

The newspaper flapped onto the black metal desk quietly, as the owner chuckled quietly. A massive silhoutte loomed in front of the mass of command screens, spider arms clicking above it's head.
"Wassup, chief?" a voice said behind it, a white haired, beared man in Bane Spider Scout armour stepping up behind it, arms folded.
"It seems the 'Holier than thou' Pious Hunter is back from the dead."
"Hm. Went a-knocking to the Lord, and the Almighty said 'Up yours'?"
"I don't know, Sergeant. Nor do I really care. All it really means is that I get to have my shot at that so called 'Hero'," the hulking Crab Spider replied, turning away from the monitors and resting his knuckles on the desk.

Operative Doc, Bane Spider sergeant and assissination specialist, smirked quietly.
"Y'know...I know you don' believe in gods an' all, but doesn't it seem this guys got some mighty tough backing? To come back in one piece?"
Krimzon Commander, head of the Krimzon Guard and recently ex-Arbiter after standing down, looked up, eyes glinting in the bases red tinted lights.
"Oh, I never said I don't belive in gods, Doc. But, belive me, I don't respect them; I kill them."

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Thursday 15th April 2010 - Outside Necrotech Corporation

Hooded and cloaked in dark clothing, Alicia Barzini approached the Necrotech building under heavy guard. She was flanked by two plain-clothes police officers, her probation officer and the hero Pious Hunter.

"Don't do this Alicia, please. There is another way" Pious begged, stopping his sister-in-law before she reached the door. "I met with Mechano the other day and we talked. He's of the opinion that creating twisted abominations of God's perfect creation is morally sound. I beg you to reconsider Alicia, please."

"Seriously, Pious... look at me. I'm a walking corpse, my flesh is rotting on me, I smell of dead people, blood is my only nourishment, I'm cursed, Pious. This body is a decaying prison; I'm trapped in it, living my own personal hell. Mechano is the only one actually offering me a suitable solution. My minds made up. I've already accepted the offer."

Defeated, the Priest could only watch as his old enemy approached the doors to Necrotech and stepped inside. As the police guards followed, he found himself hesitating to go in, dreading what he might see once inside. "Dear God forgive me" he prayed, as he made his way in. "Though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil".

Edward smiled as he greeted Alicia, "ah Ms Barzini, welcome to Necrotech toasty dreams factory and private hospital...now as you are aware all the arrangements had already been made, now for a few hours your brain will be disconnected from your body, do not worry, keeping a brain alive outside of the body is childsplay for one such as myself..."

Edward ushered her and the Priest through the factory/hospital, passing by genetic fast growth tanks amongst other things.

"Normally I'd just send in the nanites to repair your body but unfortunately your particular case of undeath doesn't really allow for the whole schebang as it were...and you requested additional powers.."

Finally going through into Edward's lush office where he sat down in his large office chair, the Shivan, Steve, standing beside him.

"Now there's just a matter of signing a contract and we are all ready to go...in eight hours you will be a new you..."

Alicia seemed mesmorized by the genetic fast-growth tanks down the hall and couldn't tear her dark hollow eyes away from its general direction. "Edward would you mind if I took a closer look at my genetic copy first?" asked Alicia, as Pious picked up the contract and began reading it through. "8 hours is a long time."


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Edward smiled, "of course not, she's all ready and waiting for the procedure with the modifications you asked for..."

He looked to Pious, "rest assured that while I AM a villain, I do not screw over my customers...that would be bad business practices and bad publicity doesn't make people want to use my services..."

The genetic copy was suspended in a semi-translucent grey goo, if one had microscopic eyesight they could see that it was a mixture of water and nanobots, busy working away to put the finishing touches down.

"Eight hours is also the fastest I can do this kind of operation , I can go faster but the risks of something going wrong get higher and higher the shorter the time spent"

Elizabeth picked up the news paper. She was not shocked on the news that Pious Hunter had returned... or was it survived! It didn't matter that much to her as she already knew he was back!

She traced his picture with her finger... "Soon Reverend... Soon. You will not be able to elude me forever!"

A faint smile formed around her lips while she picked up her goblet filled with the red liquid of life.