Foxfire
05-02-2005, 09:26 PM
Well, since we're slowing our posts down in the Six I figured for our own entertainment we could have a Masters of Evil reunion with only the members of the six and of course CJ aka Morphous if he so desires. ;) Farrah can always delete this thread, but what the hell just to waste some time. Let's peer into each of the lives of Darkchilde, Elektra & Betrayal, Persephone, Brenthon, Titania, Sati, and Morphous.
** And so it began on a stormy summer night. The wind howled like never before and the lightning spooking off various animals outside. But for one Mutant, the storm seemed to calm the enigma. A pair of sea breeze eyes sparkled through the darkness as she smirked at her attacker, revealing those trademark dimples. "GIVE me my purse, I won't repeat it! And take off that horrendous Ninja outfit, this is NOT Halloween you fool!" Such boldness was heard from her firm but soft voice as Paris Calvin better known to her allies as Elektra demanded. **
** She was one of the most alluring and beautiful creatures from her beloved coven, the Masters of Evil. Paris was known for her sharp tongue but most of all her highly charged emotions which always seemed to lead her into battle. It was known by most that she was heart of MOE but to Paris, it was the mighty demon Sorceress known as Darkchilde who held that title. Elektra missed each of her friends, after the wedding of Riana and her husband, she had departed. She only came for one last visit but lately she had been thinking of her dear friends. **
** As the attacker moved to strike Elektra in the throat, she easily bended her back, missing his kick. Pulling out her two adamantium sais she skillfully slashed him across his costume while rolling past him. The moon casting an eerie shade down upon the blade and mirroring it in her eyes. Winking at him before she jumped to her feet in just in low rise jeans and a simple tight shirt that read "I bite" across it in bold lettering. It seemed to fit Elektra's feisty personality. Her attacker groaned in pain, grabbing his side in pain before running away. Paris grinned, that evil look in her eyes at the sight of a victim in pain. Shutting her eyes to relish this moment, her blood flowed as waves of pleasure filled her. She always was evil to the bone but with sides of neutrality about her. But it was her sister Betrayal who was really the voice of wisdom and knowledge. The Dark Faerie had not been spotted since the wedding and her location was unknown. Everyone knew Betrayal's place and her heart lived in Moe. **
"Well, that was fun."
** Walking through central park of NYC, Paris inhaled the fresh calm air. It was nights like this she thought of her best friend Christy aka Titania. Paris remembered the antics both provoked in clubs and cafe's. It was said that whenever Titania and Elektra were together, all hell broke lose in the name of fun. Christy's power and passion were evident but her heart was loyally protected by Paris. She often thought of her Dire Wraith comrade as her own sister. It was also rumored the two friends were a lovers but that was false. Christy's wintery heart was melted by Julian Calvin, Paris' older brother. But Paris did have a passionate fling with a member of MOE and she was none other then DG Hecate. Both members kept it a secret successfully **
** Returning home just a few blocks away, Paris walked inside her apartment, closing the door. The smell of fresh sandalwood reminded her of Brenthon, the mysterious yet handsome Gypsy of the coven. She smiled at the thought of him, she missed him dearly. Paris always found herself drawn to his charm and persuasion but best of all he was so down to earth. She respected him fully from his culture to who he was and what he stood for. Moving to the white plush sofa, Paris turned on her plasma scene TV when the movie the Matrix was playing. She laughed at the character Morphous, she remembered the strong and dedicated Titan who captured Darkchilde's heart. Paris highly adored him, not only was he probably one of the best African American men she laid eyes on but he was incredibly sweet with great taste in style. Paris could see why DC loved him, especially the way they exchanged glances at the wedding. Flipping through the channels, Paris stopped at the movie Resident Evil, she was a true fan of the horror genre. **
** Relaxing in her own apartment, Paris felt somewhat lonely. She missed the adrenaline rush stepping onto the battlefield. Some were scared to battle the mutant, and why wouldn't they be? She was trained by Darkchilde herself. DC had even trained Persephone who detested hand to hand combat, a skill Paris contained. The Greek Goddess had won many awards for her gruesome finishing moves. Paris' mind faded from the program she had been watching and was now filled with her friends. She pictured each of them perfectly, almost like she saw them yesterday. Sighing to herself, she curled up onto the couch, pulling the warm blanket over her. Her mind stopped on Darkchilde with a small smile. A fashion diva, a mighty warrior, and a bitch with class, DC was a force to be reckoned with. With her optical cape illusion and her shop entitled Illustra. She was always known for her "long flawless legs" and "firm and perky breasts." Paris was entertained by the large amounts of women who tried to imitate her, Riana and Kurama to name a few. But as she lay on the couch, Paris began to dream of her friends, somehow wishing she could reunite with them and STAY close. But with time and space, the heart grows fonder. With these diverse group of men and women, anything is...possible. **
** And so it began on a stormy summer night. The wind howled like never before and the lightning spooking off various animals outside. But for one Mutant, the storm seemed to calm the enigma. A pair of sea breeze eyes sparkled through the darkness as she smirked at her attacker, revealing those trademark dimples. "GIVE me my purse, I won't repeat it! And take off that horrendous Ninja outfit, this is NOT Halloween you fool!" Such boldness was heard from her firm but soft voice as Paris Calvin better known to her allies as Elektra demanded. **
** She was one of the most alluring and beautiful creatures from her beloved coven, the Masters of Evil. Paris was known for her sharp tongue but most of all her highly charged emotions which always seemed to lead her into battle. It was known by most that she was heart of MOE but to Paris, it was the mighty demon Sorceress known as Darkchilde who held that title. Elektra missed each of her friends, after the wedding of Riana and her husband, she had departed. She only came for one last visit but lately she had been thinking of her dear friends. **
** As the attacker moved to strike Elektra in the throat, she easily bended her back, missing his kick. Pulling out her two adamantium sais she skillfully slashed him across his costume while rolling past him. The moon casting an eerie shade down upon the blade and mirroring it in her eyes. Winking at him before she jumped to her feet in just in low rise jeans and a simple tight shirt that read "I bite" across it in bold lettering. It seemed to fit Elektra's feisty personality. Her attacker groaned in pain, grabbing his side in pain before running away. Paris grinned, that evil look in her eyes at the sight of a victim in pain. Shutting her eyes to relish this moment, her blood flowed as waves of pleasure filled her. She always was evil to the bone but with sides of neutrality about her. But it was her sister Betrayal who was really the voice of wisdom and knowledge. The Dark Faerie had not been spotted since the wedding and her location was unknown. Everyone knew Betrayal's place and her heart lived in Moe. **
"Well, that was fun."
** Walking through central park of NYC, Paris inhaled the fresh calm air. It was nights like this she thought of her best friend Christy aka Titania. Paris remembered the antics both provoked in clubs and cafe's. It was said that whenever Titania and Elektra were together, all hell broke lose in the name of fun. Christy's power and passion were evident but her heart was loyally protected by Paris. She often thought of her Dire Wraith comrade as her own sister. It was also rumored the two friends were a lovers but that was false. Christy's wintery heart was melted by Julian Calvin, Paris' older brother. But Paris did have a passionate fling with a member of MOE and she was none other then DG Hecate. Both members kept it a secret successfully **
** Returning home just a few blocks away, Paris walked inside her apartment, closing the door. The smell of fresh sandalwood reminded her of Brenthon, the mysterious yet handsome Gypsy of the coven. She smiled at the thought of him, she missed him dearly. Paris always found herself drawn to his charm and persuasion but best of all he was so down to earth. She respected him fully from his culture to who he was and what he stood for. Moving to the white plush sofa, Paris turned on her plasma scene TV when the movie the Matrix was playing. She laughed at the character Morphous, she remembered the strong and dedicated Titan who captured Darkchilde's heart. Paris highly adored him, not only was he probably one of the best African American men she laid eyes on but he was incredibly sweet with great taste in style. Paris could see why DC loved him, especially the way they exchanged glances at the wedding. Flipping through the channels, Paris stopped at the movie Resident Evil, she was a true fan of the horror genre. **
** Relaxing in her own apartment, Paris felt somewhat lonely. She missed the adrenaline rush stepping onto the battlefield. Some were scared to battle the mutant, and why wouldn't they be? She was trained by Darkchilde herself. DC had even trained Persephone who detested hand to hand combat, a skill Paris contained. The Greek Goddess had won many awards for her gruesome finishing moves. Paris' mind faded from the program she had been watching and was now filled with her friends. She pictured each of them perfectly, almost like she saw them yesterday. Sighing to herself, she curled up onto the couch, pulling the warm blanket over her. Her mind stopped on Darkchilde with a small smile. A fashion diva, a mighty warrior, and a bitch with class, DC was a force to be reckoned with. With her optical cape illusion and her shop entitled Illustra. She was always known for her "long flawless legs" and "firm and perky breasts." Paris was entertained by the large amounts of women who tried to imitate her, Riana and Kurama to name a few. But as she lay on the couch, Paris began to dream of her friends, somehow wishing she could reunite with them and STAY close. But with time and space, the heart grows fonder. With these diverse group of men and women, anything is...possible. **