Villains

I want a spot!

Name Donovan Mancer

Age 32

Gender Male

Personality Donovan is mad. The insane definition. Worse, he's a clever madman. He knows that he is clever, and he knows his worth. He's not one who will be tricked easily. Always very proper, Donovan is mostly cold and indifferent. At moments, his ego will explode and he'll blow, but those moments are far and in between.

Appearance http://elorviel.deviantart.com/art/The-Mad-Hatter-101236876

Specialty He's an idea generator and planner. Ideas seem to pop into his mind at all times, but he will only pay attention to them and plan them out when he thinks they are good ideas. He's got quite a reputation for his brilliance.

History Donovan seems to have lost any memory of his past. He knows he was born somewhere in Europe, because he has a distinct accent that no one seems to place. Occasionally he'll have dreams of a man, woman, and small boy going with the child Donovan to circuses and the like, but he dismisses them.

Enemy Donovan's enemies change constantly. Donovan tends to align himself with other villains, and therefore his enemy changes with whoever he is working with.

Power None that he knows about, but people get hurt when he is angry.

Other Up for love.

wouldn't the last two people have to be males so that it's at least a little even? That would make things a lot less awkward.

No but the two who claimed spots just hvae to make males

Name: Peter
Age: 28
Gender: male

Personality: Gets bored easily, sociolpath doesn't feel anything when he kills people
Appearance: brown hair, carmel brown eyes, pale skin that has a slight tan which makes it seem yellow.
Specialty:

History: ???
Enemy: Kira has the ability to read minds and attack minds with mentle barbs
Power: He can absorb information from people, which he calls downloading. He can siphen information from them untill their a vegtable. He can also force information into people, which he calls uploading.

Could Jack and Demetra be together? I think he sounds like the kind of guy she would like.

When are we going to start?

We can start now. So the first post has to be the first meeting of the Villains Guiled.

My guy is the leader, and will choose a co one. Don't just make your self that one, I will choose.

Demetra Soul

I entered the dim lit room where we wold have our first meeting. It was evident that I was the first one there, that was okay. I had enough time to study the tiny room. There was a long table with a lamp lit over it.

I sat in one of the plastic chairs as I thought about how very shallow the human race is. They had come to accept everything different, they said people had differences, it was in their nature. However, those shallow ones never understood that bad and good could may be coexist. AFter all,it was simply in our nature to be bad. There was hardly anything we could do about it.If we couldn't coexist, we wouldn't. We would be just us. Just the bad guys. This is what this meeting was about, I had learned.

Someone entered the room. A complication? An allie?

"What is your name, stranger?"- The person asked.

"Demetra Soul and you?"- It was good to keep up the calm act for as long as possible. If this person was a complplication I would find out soon, enough. In that case I already had a weapon I could use. I smiled a slick smile as I stared at the person in front of me.
*someone jump in*

Maxima Low~

"Demetra Soul and you?" said an interesting girl sitting in the room.

"Maxima,"I answered back, playing ever so slightly with the knife in my hands. Her expression was calm but her hands gripped at the plastic. Not in panic but as if in anger.

"Are you here for something?"Her voice was purely that of business.

"A meeting. You?"I asked and Demetra nodded, letting go of the chair. The room was very dull lit with old time brick walls. I glanced at Demetra again. Noway in heck would I have ever guessed she'd be a villain.

*s'all I got*

Donovan

Donovan strolled into the room. He eyed the two women already inside.

"Good evening," he commented lightly. The women jumped and turned to him. One of them pulled out a dagger and poised it to throw at Donovan. Donovan raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure ou want to do that?"

The woman's face hardened.

"Allow me to introduce myself," continued Donovan casually. He gave a bow. "Donovan Mancer, at you service. I'm sure you have heard of me."

Maxima~

Maxima grinned and lowered her knife. So this was the famous Donovan Mancer. She stayed in her seat and commented,"Really? I thought you had died."She paused,"You know many people think you've long since givin up the villain thing."He glared at her before rising from his bow and taking a seat.

Donovan hissed,"I rather like it that way."

Maxima shrugged,"Whatever. It's your choice." There was silence for a while as the three villains just stared at each other, observing. Then footsteps echoed through the dense walls. We have another guest....

Risa~~

Risa crawled throughout the ventilation shafts of the close to empty building, today she was meeting her "allies" or whatever. If she didn't trust them or even like them, poof a bomb would send out poisonous gas. She jumped out through a shaft and still smelled rosey, a dangerous rose smell. Today the Blue Oaf or whatever had almost caught her and she wasn't happy about that she pondered as she walked with her hands in her hoodie pockets down the hallway.

"Hi there!" She slowly opened the door and was met with evil glares and knives, "Now that's not a way to treat a future ally!"

"Who are you?" one hissed

"They call me Tox but ya'll can call me Risa" I smirked and noticed their quizical looks.

"I thought you were older." another woman said.

"No-pe" I plopped into a plastic chair.

Cheaka

I walked in to a dimly lit room that was quite full of people for it's size but I could see from the number of plastic chars there where still more coming.

What the hell am I doing here? I asked myself. I have no time for allies.

"Hello all!" I shouted at the room. "No need to get up and cheer, I know you all love me."

"Who the hell are you?" Someone said from across the room.

"You haven't heard of me? I am Cheaka. And you are?"

"Risa Hanley."

"Well I would say pleader to meet you, but let's just see how this meeting works out first."

I flipped pink hair back, rolled my eyes at nothing importiculer, and sat down in one of the plastic chairs.

*I hope that's OK*

Henry~~

From my seat in the control room I monitored the conversation. Eventually this began to drag so I got up and went to meet them down stairs.

"Hello," I said as I came in.

"Who are you," Someone shot at me.

"Why I would be the person who called you here. People call me the robotic menace, the villain with no name. The man who pulls strings from behind, and finds his way through the world with out stepping away from his seat. I am Henry, And soon when the rest assemble I will be choosing two to stand by my side, to be my heads of the groups I will make, to help me out," I said in a long winded overly long explanation.

"Henry? Thats a plain name, I figured yours would be better then that," One said.

"Well my name has nothing to do with any of this really. My work does. Now please continue, I just came to tell you to settle down, because if one person here steps out of line, lets just say this room can be a prison that not even Houdini could escape from," I said and then stepped back wards into an elevator that had appeared. setting the floor the cylinder shot up through the ceiling and into the control room once more, now was the time to see what they thought of me so far.

Donovan

Donovan observed the newcomers quietly, his fingers steepled in front of him. The woman who had threatened him with a dagger leaned over to him.

"You seem observant," she sneered. Donovan nodded carefully.

"They seem cheerful," he said, nodding to the two newest occupants of the room. The woman turned to leer at them.

"Don't they?" The woman turned back to Donovan. Donovan raised an eyebrow.

"Foolish of them," he commented lightly. "But they are young. You don't gain much life experience until you are a healthy 30 years of age... Ah," he drawled, allowing a lazy smile to spread across his face. "No offense meant, Miss Low..."

The woman's face darkened furiously. "Watch it, Mancer. You don't know what I'm capa - "

Donovan's grin widened. He put a hand on the woman's, which was clenched on the table. "My point is proven, Miss Low. Surely, you have no idea what I'm capable of..."

The woman snatched her hand away. Donovan sighed theatrically, and leaned back in his chair, still keeping a weary eye on the woman.