Evil Overlords?

[Morgoth]

Yeah, yeah, I know. This is me going against everything I just ranted about. Oh well. I need to write and I think this idea's at least moderate. Anyway, here's the pitch:

How about finally playing on the other side of the spectrum? How about finally being your own boss, morals firmly under your own control? Well, become an Evil Overlord! In this thread, characters will take the roles of competing Evil Overlords(or their slightly less evil lackeys) and attempt to Take Over/Destroy the World! Or, you can be those bedamned goody-goodies and try to shut us down. If you're interested, post and tell me 1) Character description, 2) Faction, 3) Type of Evil Overlord(Super-villain; Evil Genius; etc.) or lackey(#2; mercenary; nameless, faceless ground troop; etc.,
and if he's/she's conquered one 4) Nation.


Feel free to include character's level of technology(modern, futuristic, extrememly futuristic, ancient).



My Character:
Name: The Unstoppable
Type of Evil Overlord: Supervillain
Faction: The Black Claw
Height: 8'3; Weight: 425 lbs.
Eyes: Golden
Powers: Super Strength; Incredible Endurance, Stamina; Genius
Suit: Close-fitting adamantium armor fitted all over body, except face. Loose Chain mail all over face, covering everything but eyes.
Level of Technology: Futuristic
Nation: Japan
Description: Abused as a child, he grew up Jason Wagner, a friendless kid who excelled at everything he did, planning on using success to get back at all his childhood aquaintances. He grew up, went to West Point, graduated top of his class, and promptly left the country, moving to Japan, where he studied advanced chemistry. After over 60 years of research, the 80-year old had finished his product! He injecte himself full of it, and as his body began to change and writhe, he knocked the rest of it down. As it hit the ground, it ignited, burning the research. However, the fire did not consume Jason's body, just his mind and soul. He walked from the ashes of his laboratory a hulking figure of a man, muscles rippling all across him, suddenly able to understand more and more as the capacity of his brain moved from 10% to 60%. He was instantly restored to a 22 year-old, and has since managed to shut down his age-genes. However, his face was horribly altered by the pain of his ascendance. Now, he always wears a mask of chain mail to cover himself, and his eyes blaze from his enlightenment. After striking back at his old enemies, he started the Black Claw Orginasation in Japan. As the Triad felt its old territory being encroached upon, it was already too late. The Black Claw had struck, sleeper agents eliminating the leaders of the Triad and absorbing it. What followed was five years of war as the Black Claw assimilated evry criminal orginisation in Japan, from the largest syndicates to the lowest gangs. Then, fully built up, The Black Claw lashed out, crushing Japan's defenses and quickly taking the government. Now, The Unstoppable, as he has renamed himself, rules all of Totalitarian Japan, and as he sees his new power, he yearns for even more. So even as the fires roar below his castle, and lawlessness rules the day, he gazes ever westward, ever towards the mainland, conquest, and power.

 

[Daisymell]

Here is an idea for my character. What do you think?

My Character:
Name: Khirta
Sex: Female
Type of Evil Overlord: Evil Assassin...a real loner and easy to buy
Age: 18
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 150 lbs...slim but curvy
Eyes: Sapphire
Hair: Waist-long wavy black hair
Powers: Extensive knowledge in weapons, martial arts, explosives, computer hacker, street smarts
Clothes: Black cotton dress that is form fitting from neck to waist then hangs heavy and close to the legs with slits easy to move and attack in and covered with black duster
Level of Technology: Which ever comes her way
Nation: None...is a wanderer
Description: Orphaned at ten in Canada. Father was a computer specialist and mother was an American in the US Marines. After their deaths she was taken in by the American government and trained to be an assassin. After several missions in her early teens, she discovered her contempt for America and is plotting several ways to eventually destroy the United States Government. She is currently esconed in a flat in Belgium. She can only be contacted through the email address DarkAssassin_13.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

Name: September Fairchild
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Type: Corporate Raider
Faction: Paradigm Corporation
Description:
Height: 5'11" Weight: 200
Eyes: Green Hair: Neatly combed brown hair
Abilities: A childhood prodigy, September has an IQ incalculable by standard means. His genius combined with his photographic memory has allowed him to master the applied sciences and memorize the entirety of recorded history, his ability to track the market and predict trends is unrivaled. He has also developed his body with a strict regime of exercise, diet, and chemo-therapy.
Wardrobe: September's wardrobe is dominated by custom tailored double breasted suits but he will wear whatever he pleases.
Technology: Bleeding Edge Futuristic
Nation: The United States of America
Description: Born to wealth and privilege, September was to be the greatest scion of the vernable Mayflower family known as Fairchild. He was named by his father who looked upon the newborn child and saw an autumn person. His genius was aparant from an early age when he began to spell out sentences with blocks before he could even speak. He was given multiple aptitude, intelligence, and psychological tests which concluded that any schooling prior to college would be a waste of time so he was admited to the Harvard School of Business at the age of 5. Although he ammassed enough credits to graduate inside of two years he remained for the full four years in which he voraciously read every book available to him. He was only ten years old when he cut the ribbon outside the door to the monolithic Paradigm Corporation Tower in Boston. Seventeen years later he has effectivly gained control of the nation. Through an extensive web of shadow, dummy, and advisor companies he has gained a monopoly on every industry in the states including the media. With his clout he has directed the three branches of the Republic to institute changes to his liking and has used the media to great effect, creating great public support for his ideas. He thus rules America from the shadows, allowing the people to have their elections. Although he has done nothing to strip people of their rights he has removed all options other then leaving the country. Although he is more interested in the economy and keeping things orderly, he recognizes the growing threat represented by The Black Claw. While tyrants and dictators would not bother him ordinarily, September is taking a castle wreathed in flames as a definite bad sign. He will crush whomever threatens "free enterprise" and "democracy", it's a simple matter of telling the president where to send the troops, armed of course with his advanced technology...

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: I'll start the actual IC part now. If anyone else feels like joining, they should just post their character's bio and jump in. Well, here we go.

IC: The Unstoppable sat atop his throne, turning over the still-bloody skull in one hand. With a grunt, he crushed it, littering pieces everywhere. He was hearing some extremely disturbing news. It seemed that the United States was massing for war. As he sat there and contemplated, ideas and plans branching out in all directions. He pulled out his cell phone from a pocket. "It's me. I've got some orders for you. Put simply, I need you to make a trip to the U.S.. I need some business take care of there. I want the government appeased. I see war clouds on the horizon, but we're not ready. Now, snap to it", he ordered his envoy.
Immediately after he hung up the phone, he pulled free his laptop. Setting up the sattelite connection, his blazing T9 connected him instantly. He opened up the mail. In the name field, he typed in an old contact, DarkAssassin13. Into the field, he wrote, "My castle. Unlimited funds. All resources. Details discussed later. For old time's sake". Satisfied, he shut the laptop down and moved it aside. He leaned back in his throne and smiled. Finding a fault in how a guard stood at attention, he called for members of his harem, food and wine. He then promptly began to explain to the guard how to correctly do it. Then, as his entertainment for the evening arrived, he went back to his throne, reclining and smiling. He would make sure that he was indeed prepared when the war clouds arrived.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta:

While in her flat in Belgium preparing her favorite dish Fruit Loops in a black tank top and thong, she noticed a beeping penetrating through her Nine Inch Nails music from her desk.

"Man which is it now, I just put the milk in."

She snatched up her laptop and opened her email. She had a new buyer. She quickly picked up the bowl of cereal and opened the email. She grinned at the few words written and began to reply.

She typed: Sure thing. Be at Castle tonight. ASAP. See you then, for old time sake.

"God I haven't had a job in a month this is great. I wonder who I get to demolish now," she paused for a second. "I need to lay of the Jackie Chan movies.

She put on her ear phones blasting Metallica and sent off the email and set up her trip all on the web. She loved having a Swiss Bank account.

 

[Daisymell]

OOC:
Just wanted to say I am so excited we finally started woohoo!

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

September's eyes darted around, the wall before him was a giant screen, partitioned into smaller screens each of which was playing a news channel or a stock ticker. It was morning absorbtion time, when he learned of everything that was going on that morning. Really it was an extension of evening absorbtion time where news was fed to him subliminally while he slept. His hands danced across his keyboard in the typical Buy/Sell dance.

His left eye glanced towards a smaller screen at the corner which displayed his agenda, it was 7:04:30, half a minute away from his first appointment of the day. As the clock struck 7:05:02 the door was opened by his secretary and some representatives from Corvega Motors came in with their presentation. They were one second late, it was forgivable though. Their presentation went well enough, as expected. He had ushered in the latest retro style, cars that looked like those from the 50's equipped with the latest technology.

The Pride is Back!

That was catchphrase these days. All over America they were feeling it too. Proud people spend money, keeps the wheels turning. With domestic products dominating the market and with a healthy percentage of exports it did not seem likely that any tyrant worth his salt would want trouble, it would be bad for business.

7:14:50

"Miss Jennings, please show these gentlemen out and show Senator Tannenbaum in."

It would indeed be a typical morning.

 

[Daisymell]

OOC:
Stupid Question Time. Is there a specific order we have to go in?

 

[Morgoth]

OOC:Nope, not really.

IC: Fyuskie Ikari walked into the Oval Office, sitting down unbidden in a chair opposite the President's. "Mr. President, let's dispense with formalities and get right down to business. Frankly, the Black Claw is unnerved and distressed by the recent actions taken by the United States against the free nation of Japan. We would like an immediate cease of these barbaric warmongerings. Trust me, neither of our countries would appreciate war", he spoke in fluent English. "Mr. Ikari, I can't just-", he was cut short as Ikari put up his hand. "Cut the shit. The Black Claw doesn't appreciate stupidity. We know you're just a puppet. Frankly, my boss would like to be put into contact with your boss". He promptly stood up and walked to the door. As he made his way to the exit, he turned. "You can contact me with how to contact your boss at the Imperial Hotel", he said, then turned and left.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

(OOC: What action did the states take against Japan? I think I missed something, and it's the very beginning too.)

The markets had opened in Milan and September was at work, an Italian fashion design company was soon under his majority control and a meat packing plant was put under. September was spreading the light of the American way to the distant corners of the globe. He was minimizing cultures within their own nation while driving up the demand for American goods. His right hand and eye turned to engage another computer which had prompted the opening of the market in Istanbul.

"Excuse me mister Fairchild? I have a fax from the White House, shall I read it aloud for you?"

Miss Jennings stopped, waiting for September to reply through the intercom, a slight cough was his only indication for her to begin reading. The fax detailed Mr. Ikari's visit with the President. The idiocy of the event was above and beyond the call of duty on both parties.

"This is fascinating, the Black Claw wants to make contact? I don't meet with their type. Prepare a response, tell them to send the information to this Mr.Ikari. If he want's to meet the man who gives the orders to the executive branch then so be it."

Mr.Ikari was sent the information he requested, the man he wanted to meet was one Richard Filoy, a backtrack insider with considerable influence. Any research performed on Mr.Filoy would reveal the following, he graduated from Yale in 1975 with a Masters in Engineering. He was employed for many years by the Capricorn Petrol Foundation, an umbrella group of oil conglomerates in the states. He garnered considerable influence before he made a "coup" and joined Hallifax Insurance. Filoy is the type of man who lobbies for various causes both his and those of a few close associates. He has considerable vested interests in both Capricorn and Hallifax, two major businesses in the states.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta:

She stood in the hanger looking at her plane as it was being loaded and grinned. She pulled her shades from out of her duster pocket which was buttoned over her usual black dress and put them on. Her hair was up in a long pony tail which she always seemed to use to her advantage in a good fight. She turned her head phones on blaring her favorite Nine Inch Nails song and got into the plane.

She went directly to the cockpit of the small two seater that had been made especially for by a Russian friend named Kristoph. He had added all the newest and even some unknown technology to the plane. It was easy to fly without being seen or detected. It gave her a major thrill just to fly it five feet.

She got the motor running and drove the plane out onto the runway to go see here old friend at his castle. She would make it by tonight with a few stops on the way. She began her take off while singing along to her favorite song.

"I want to Fuck you like an animal! I want to feel you from the inside. I want to Fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You bring me closer to GOD!"

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: When I said actions, I meant nothing direct. I meant blind accusations cast at Japan. This kind of thing always accompanies the preparation for war as the government attempts to turn the populace to its side.

IC: The Unstoppable finished the luxuriant meal, pushing the tray away. A servant hustled to his side, snatching the tray and bustling away with it. The Unstoppable sat there, waiting patiently. Ikari had failed him. Instead of diplomacy, he had used aggression. The idiot was inviting war! Well, people only failed the Black Claw once. All the while, he kept thinking. He found that his mind was rarely doing nothing.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

The smell of garlic butter and cooking meat was divine, the phonograph in the corner of the room played an old record. As the soothing melody of "Maybe" floated in the air, September armed himself with a large steak knife and cut surgically into his porterhouse. He looked across the room to his bank of screens, the action began to slow down across the globe as markets started to close and those on the other side of the hemisphere were starting to open.

It would soon be time for his evening constitutional, and then sleep. Sleep and dreams of working, for as his mind rested his body would continue into the wee hours. He finished his steak and summer squash, dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin and pushed the plate aside.

September changed into excercise clothes and took to the roof where his evening constitutional took place, a bit of jogging, swim a few laps, and twenty minutes on the bike before bed.

"So it is, so shall it always be."

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta:

She was tired but too excited to rest after landing in Japan and getting a room at a nearby hotel. She rented a black jeep to drive around in and to get to the castle. She ate some more Fruit Loops and had some Suishi.

Khirta took a shower, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and did yoga to get herself into a calm set of mind. She finally dressed in her black dress with duster but left off the shades. She grabbed a couple duffle bags of stuff and went out to the jeep.

It didn't take too long to get there and seemed like they were expecting her. She pulled up as a guard came out to check her identity. The only way was by a number imprinted on the underside of her arm that had been given to her by the US govt.

She was then escourted in and waited to be shown to The Unstoppable. She smiled remembering him.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Sorry. Been spending the last few days trying to get rid of this one worm that was crippling my comp.

IC: The Unstoppable actually stood up to meet her. He bowed low as Khirta entered. "And good eve to you, my Lady", he said eloquently. Then, laughing, he straightened. "It's good seeing you again. How are you? Come, sit and have a little dinner with me and we'll talk some more", he said, waving his hand over a small table. As they both sat, he dismissed everyone else. They hustled out of the room, snapping to their leader's command. As the massive door was shut behind them, the Unstoppable pulled his chain helm free, exposing the horribly scarred face of Jason Wagner. "Not quite what you were expecting, eh? Just feels good to eat without this damn helm and eat some real food the real way", he said, cracking his neck twice and bending to eat.

 

[Daisymell]

Khitra:

She blinked at the sight of his face and winced looking down at her dinner. She then looked up and smiled at him.

"It is good to see you too. It has been a while. I am quite well as you see and bored beyond the edge of the Earth. I was thrilled with your email. Will you tell me about this job you have for me? I really can not wait."

OOC: sorry took me a while to reply but I have been moving.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: No problem.

IC: The Unstoppable just sat there for a few moments, savoring the scrumptious beef. Swallowing, he looked up. "Hmmm? Oh, the job. I needed the best, so naturally, I called you. I have a few problems with my fledgeling country. No. 1: We have a small army. No. 2: We have no nuclear weaponry. No. 3: There's no heir. No. 4: You haven't truly joined us. And No. 5: I am not yet at my full power. I would like to correct all 5 within a few days. Your mission? Infiltrate the North Korean government. Bring me Kim Jong-Il. Then, do the same with the Chinese. We have sleeper agents in positions so that they will take rulership, giving me both WMD's and an army. As for No. 3, well, that'll have to be arranged. Not just anyone can bear my child. For No. 4, I am willing to spend any resource to enlist you. And as for No. 5, that's being corrected as we speak", he said, golden eyes boring into her. Then, he poured himself a cup of wine. "Watch. Behold the next step to ascension!" he exclaimed, drawimg forth a hidden vial and pouring a sickly purple substance into the wine. "To power", he toasted, then, with one gulp, downed it. Instantly, he dropped, clutching his sides as a scream tore from his lips. Silver swirled into the gold in his eyes, and from then on, his eyes would be an ever-changing mixture of the two. His already massive muscles grew more, and his intelligence escalated rapidly. With one final scream, he looked up. "Haha. I... I have now... unlocked 70% of my brain. Only the most difficult part left! Behold!" he gasped, using his newfound power to levitate a piece of beef to his open mouth. "I am almost there! I am not one to miser over my power. Together, Khirta, we will rule all! Soon, very soon." With that, he burst into laughter.

OOC: His new power, by the way, is low-level telepathy and telekinesis. He can move stuff and he can read minds.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta:

She had never seen him transform like that and had stood up and backed away a step slightly afraid of if he had done something to hurt himself more than out of fear for herself. She watched him as he levitated the beef and slowly sat back down as he seemed to return to his normal mood. She smiled.

"Well, number three is going to require an extensive search of all the female sex. Who are you going to get to do that? I will take the job and find who you need and bring them back as quickly as possible. The only thing is Unstoppable, you know that ever since my past I have not wanted to join a certain power or country. I like living alone where I am and being on my own. Free to do any job that comes along. I no longer wish to be known by a number," she lifted her arm to show the number that had been imprinted by the US Government.

She sighs, "Let me think on it ok? You were great to offer me this job and I will do it in all secrecy. But I just don't feel this is the right time to get attached to a certain place," she looked down at her dinner and pushed her food around in a manner very unlike her confident self.

 

[Morgoth]

"Of course. It's all up to you. No pressure", he said, winking friendlily. "Just get back to me with an answer, whatever it is, whenever you're comfortable", he said.

 

[Daisymell]

"I know I am the best and have some very good connections but why are you going so far as to have me go after these people? Who is involved? Is the US at all involved in why you want me here?"

 

[Morgoth]

"There has been growing pressure from the U.S. against people such as me. Unfortunately, they could crushe my army like it was nothing and annihilate all I worked so hard for. I need an empire - a powerful one- under my control. You are the best. You can succeed where others failed", he spoke slowly, eyes drilling into hers.

 

[Daisymell]

"Have you been hearing rumors about a guy in the US who is taking control? I recently got a tip from a reliable source about it. Not sure what to do about...maybe after I help you. Now do you have all the instructions for me written down? I don't have a brain like yours. I am staying at a hotel an hour or so away from here. If you need anything else please email me," Khirta stood up, "Oh and," she leaned in close to Unstoppable and kissed his cheek, "I would volunteer to be the mother of your children...if I wasn't such a loner."

She walked away saying, "You got a bathroom in this huge place?"

 

[Morgoth]

The Unstoppable rubbed his cheek where she had kissed him. He smiled, the first real smile born of joy in over 80 years.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

"Sir! You will never learn if all you do is dodge!"

September sidestepped another punch, and another, his instructor attempted a feint but it failed. So it went with these lessons, it was the second week and September couldn't even throw a proper punch but all the same he couldn't be touched.

"Honestly, I don't understand how someone with such a low aptitude as yours is able to even dodge."

September signaled for a break in the fight and he coughed lightly, "Your body language, the way the air moves prior to your attacks, careful calculations based on recorded martial artists of various skill levels. In short 'sensei', I know your every move before you make it. I'll never need to learn how to throw a punch because nobody will ever hit me. You are dismissed, your check is at the receptionist's desk, don't come back."

The instructor, a champion blackbelt who had won many highly publisized competitions shook his head and walked out.

"How dreadfully boring, and I could have used that money on the building's day care center. The children could use more toys, or whatever the hell it is they do down there, they could use more of it."

Miss Jennings walked in and put down some paperwork on his desk, some might wonder at a secretary walking in without knocking but September dismissed such notions with her instead giving her a strict schedule. Jennings was the only one of his secretaries to ever last more than six months. The others had been fired, a rare few quit due to the stress. As she was walking out September frowned.

"Sorry sir, I won't wear these shoes again."

His frown turned upsidedown , yes, this one would do well for now.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta:

After being directed to the restrooms, Khirta finally took off her coat and came back to the hall her black thick heeled boots clicking on the floor and the top of her gown at the neck unbuttoned a couple of buttons.

"So is there anything else you need or should I leave? Anything you want to go over because if I get going I can talk to my friend Kristoph. He may have some new equipment for me."

She looked into Unstoppable's eyes and said, "You doing ok?"