Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: Port of Kings


Alignment: Villain

Team: KALI


Strength: weak (rank 0)

Agility: weak (rank 0)

Mind: superior (rank 2)

Body: weak (rank 0)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 923

Personal Wins: 61

Personal Losses: 13

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Disabled


Dear God, I have always wanted to murder you.

I think about it when I'm awake and I dream about it when I'm asleep. My body and soul are just pawns to this desire. My life is lived in devotion to this cause.

Every moment of every breath is spent planning Your ultimate demise. And I love it. It's ecstasy. I love it when things go my way and Your pawns fall one by one before my own. I love it when each obstacle You place before me crumble into dust before my machinations.

I love every aspect of Your demise, including its delay. I love it when nothing seems to go right. It's pure bliss to see my plans fall apart and my schemes foiled right in front of my eyes. Ah, how I screamed when You sent those men to rape me. I still shiver from the memory of when they broke my fingers, one by one, before cutting them off, one by one. I can still hear the sound of my bones shattering and I remember the taste of my own quivering flesh when the only thing I had left to eat, was my own broken body. Ah, delicious.

And yet, the game goes on and the tables have once again been turned. The pawns who violated me are either dead or slaves to my whims. The knights who broke my body have sworn fealty to me and would gladly fall on their swords for me. The rooks have unknowingly become hindrances to those who would go against me. Your bishops now spend their lives converting others to MY worship. And Your queen, well, let's be honest, she's just a stupid bitch, isn't she?

It's Your move.

So let's play.


Dear God, thank you for all that I am about to receive. Thank you for all the blessings as well as the suffering, for without one or the other, I would not be as I am now. I would not be surrounded by friends who truly care about me, nor enemies who genuinely wish hell upon me. I'm grateful for both, for each has its own merit. Each is a piece that can be played with and sacrificed to serve my purpose. Each is a valuable commodity to be treasured and if need be, discarded at my discretion.

Dear God, I am grateful to You for so many things, but most of all, I am grateful for the inevitable day when I shall see you fucking DIE.

With all my heart, thank you.



The Ultimate Tactician, Part 1

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


Kids can be so cruel, it’s what makes them such lovable darlings. Like most things, immorality is best taught to the young.

Take for instance, God’s innocent lambs, who were given all the love and upright upbringing in the world. They took me, bound me and surrounded me. Then they fucked every hole on my body before cutting and stabbing in new holes and fucked those too. They broke my fingers one by one and then cut them off and made me eat them just to survive. They performed 87 different atrocities on me, though most were unimaginatively derivative. Finally, they took a blowtorch to my one eye and “popped” it. The flame cauterized the nerves, leaving it irreparable. My other eye was damaged in the process, but not fully blinded. They needed me to still perceive what was being done to me. And then, when they thought they could inflict no more humiliations on me, the fools gave me to Category: Pain.

That was my saving grace. Category: Pain is a man bereft of morals. Unlike God’s wonderful children, his ability to inflict horrors on a person was not limited by artificial concepts such as morality or the taboo that results from breaking those morals. He had no understanding of sympathy beyond what he could infer from reading about it, and mercy was as unfathomable a concept to him as non-euclidean geometry.

Category: Pain inflicted suffering on me that made what God’s children did seem like mere hair pulling. But he kept me alive. Without a shred of human decency within him, the thought of putting me out of my misery was impossible for him. THAT was to my advantage.

It took longer than even I anticipated, but as a consequence, the results were even more potent. In the end, it was easy to turn this predator into my prey. He must have realized what I was doing, he was no fool, but by then, it was too late. He was already enraptured by me. The most important component was simply to maintain his attention at the beginning. A childish effort. All I had to do was let him think I was in a living hell. My acting prowess aside, it was simply a matter of letting go of my inhibitions. I WAS in a living hell after all.

Words and manipulations followed. I gave false promises to heaven and hell that I would wreak vengeance on those who have wronged me. I lied about how I hated the world and would plunge it and every piece of shit bitch and bastard into a hell greater than my own. I played to Category: Pain’s purely intellectual desire to study and record the suffering that would follow in my wake. And then, I died.


The Ultimate Tactician, Part 2

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


With that, I was saved.

Category: Pain couldn’t live without me. I made him worship me. But he wouldn’t release me unless he lost me. And lost me he did, I died. Suddenly, in the very throes of unimaginable pain, there was nothing. Only a corpse.

He sent me to the Fallen. One of the few men in the world who had not just the ability, but the balls to save me; to restore me. A man who like Category: Pain, was not held back by such elementary perceptions as life and death. The Fallen, the legendary Dr. Ematha Brython, ah, the stories that could be told of this “Scourge of Africa”. He earned his monikers, the “Unending Death”, the “Conqueror of Men” and by last count, 131 other whispered names, as well as variants and derivatives. But ultimately, he is, “The Fallen”. His is a story not for me to tell, at least, not right now.

A mere mortal who has learned to abandon his limitations, he was the one necessary to bring me back from beyond the brink. To defeat death is not unheard of. But for me to be properly returned, I needed someone like the Fallen, someone who wouldn’t just help me cheat death, to but fuck death over and give it the finger for good measure.

The surgery was painful, despite my state as a lifeless corpse. But the end justified the means. I was brought back. What little was left of me. Blood, organs and even microbes were placed in my “teddy bear” to act as supplements. A dialysis of sorts, if you will.

Broken as my body was, and still is, that’s inconsequential. The important thing was that I was back and intact. And things were already going my way.

They tried to break me, but they failed due to their own limited imaginations. And by giving me to someone who could have broken me, they succeeded only in introducing that person for me to dominate. And through the act of death, I was able to defeat death with the help of yet another new ally.

Life’s a bitch, and then you die. But my life, is MY bitch.



     Commander: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect
  • Multi-Attack


There is no such thing as failure. There is not even such a thing as setbacks. At worst, it is simply a redirection of objectives. This is not a case of so-called positive thinking. It is simply looking at matters from an objective point of view.

Gain pity here, and inspire fear there. Accrue favor on one hand, and make them think they have won on the other. Little by little and sometimes by leaps and bounds, manipulating people and controlling events is a simple matter. People think that such things are difficult, but that is because they are idiots. They overestimate the choices before them. The truth is, there are seldom more than a handful of possibilities for anything to happen. Controlling and adapting to those possibilities is the key of manipulating events.

If you are with me, you will either serve me loyally or you will betray me. If you are faithful, then you are a fool who can be used directly, but if you are a traitor, your betrayal can be played into my hands. This is the same even if you are not with me. Whether you are against me or simply neutral in the matter, in the end, it is a case of heads you lose, tails I win.

So go ahead. Do your worst. Foil my plots and break free from my clutches. Do what I do not expect you to do. Escape from my traps and break through my fortifications. Hurt me. Break me. Ruin my body. Destroy my mind. It does not matter; I have already planned for it. In the end, no matter what you manage to do, you will still fulfill your one and only role in life. You will be my pawn. It is inevitable. You are nothing more than a game piece for me to move around before I sacrifice you.

Remember, you are fodder.