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Bethany Morrison
Played By: Poe

Bethany Morrison by Poe

TEAM: The Fallen

SECTOR: Uptown

KIT CLASS: Empathy

Main Event Winner!

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Survival - 15 wins!

Brutal - 3 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 12
League Losses: 2
Out Of League Wins: 3
Out of League Losses: 2
Total Wins: 15
Total Losses: 4
Balance - Win 0-0
Faith Noveau - Win 0-0
Max Walker - Win 0-0
Khorde - Win 0-0
Traum Midsummer - Win 0-0
Voczyk - Win 0-0
Unsubtle: Vitamin T - Loss 0-0
Nephand Lee - Win 0-0
De La Vega - Win 0-0
Failure - Win 0-0
The Victorian - Win 0-0
Fail - Win 0-0
Lincoln Matthews - Win 0-0
Aoi Kitsune - Loss 0-0
CRASH - Win 21-10
Alexei Lethaliov - Win 10-8
Fiona - Loss 11-16
The Eighth Day - Win 19-16
Sphere - Loss 8-20

My name is Bethany, I am a violinist... and I... I think it is all begining to drive me to madness. For so long since Devyn Soyokaze's death I have tried to write, in his honor, 'The Last Threnody'... the music that would have been fit to accompany his dark dance. It has been such a hard struggle to wrest that perfect melody of death and oblivion from the deafening silence of the Abyss. I have sacrificed so much creating this piece... done so many horrible things... For the sake of this work I have even allied myself with the Fallen, befriending the lucky few that knew Devyn... or as close as one can come to befriending beings such as they... asking questions, learning all I can from them, even begging them to be my audience as I perform. They applaud my instrument and I, but I know it is only chaos the music calls forth that pleases them... They lack the ear to appreciate the melody's real beauty. I have watched the few precious recordings of his Secret Dance over and over... till I can follow every move, every footstep by heart. I have practiced my music to them...hoping to translate some fraction of the Secret Dance, all of its destruction... its pain and chaos into notes and cords. Hoping... praying that perhaps music was all that was missing from his vision all along... that I might be able to complete what he had wanted and put his soul to rest... and give his dance, the meaning it deserves. And maybe... maybe by doing this, prove myself worthy to join him in the abyss. It is thoughts such as these that drive my tired hands as they send the bow screaming across the strings of my violin as they have done so many endless times before. Forever practicing The Last Threnody... the melody of oblivion... of that beautiful destruction, all the while images of him dance in my head. Practicing... practicing... practicing... Until then, at last, my fingers aching with the long hours of strain, my mind wanders... stray thoughts begin to float through my tired head... How long did he spend have to spend practicing... searching for those beautiful, perfect steps? And I wonder, at the end... in his final moments when his spirit was released to face the Void... did he find what he had always hoped for? And I wonder... will I too have to follow that long final inviting road before I learn the one last note I seek that would complete my masterpiece?


Personality: A genius that would rival Mozart... A young woman's spirit torn open, raped and surrendered to the void... A soul driven to set the silence of oblivion to music... A mind in a fragile state, the infernal violin acting as a buffer against the chaos trying to erode her sanity. Madness pounding against the weakening barrier, dementia and obsession slipping through its cracks... A melody composed of all the pain, destruction, and death that ever was, played on a demonic instrument... Madness, obsession, love, emptiness... all these emotions combined with an artist's need to create is what drive the young violinist as she continues to play long into the night.




Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).


Standard Normal human agility.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.


  • Power: Archer
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Empathy
I have had three teachers in my life... The first was a kindly, lonely old woman who lived in the neighborhood of my youth. In return for some meager sum of money, paid by my parents who wanted some way to occupy my time, she taught me of the violin... how to hold the bow, how to press it against the strings, which note was which... and was the first to tell me of the potential I had. A decent enough woman, I suppose, but she was completely ignorant of the instrument's real power.

"A dark m

  • Power: Disintegration
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
  • Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
My second teacher came much later during my life, a dark brooding man who seemed to appear from nothingness, carrying with him a magnificent violin of gold... though I never saw him play it. He too seemed lonely, like the old woman... perhaps solitude is simply the fate of all of us who walk this path. My parents long dead, this instructor I paid for myself... his price was simply sharing my body with him. In return he taught me how to use my potential. What real power the music had... how to open the soul to the Abyss, lure it to me with the music, charm it with my playing, then control it's forces with my instrument... Then, finally, when he had no more lessons to give; he told his young protege one morning as we laid in his bed, the results of the night's activities drying against my skin in the cool morning air, of his life. He told me the story of the violin he carried and why he never played it. How, in his younger days full of hubris, he won it in a challenge with a demon, but in the end the demon tricked him and the ability to play it was forever lost to him. Then after his tale was done... with a weary tired look in his eyes, he gave the golden violin to me, saying he could no longer stand it's constant nagging cry to be played. And after that he disappeared back into the nothingness from which he came.


  • Power: Matter Animation
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
I never actually met the man I consider my third and final teacher, Devyn Soyokaze. His will and force of presence was such that just merely glimpsing his chaotic ballet was enough to inspire the first few notes of the Last Threnody deep within my mind.... And the sanity and spirit that was the price of this instruction was a charge I paid eagerly. And it is with this surrogate guidance that I have begun to compose this peace, an arrangement of all the world's pain and death. The music that will be my life's work and the armageddon that will be my first concert when it is complete.

The Music In My Head...

I know that I am no master... only but an ill trained amateur trying to gain notice in the shadow of the true masters. I realize that my clumsily composed music with never compare to the chaos his wonderful dance could bring into this world... That these unskilled fingers playing rough note after rough note... could never match the gracefulness and beauty of Devyn's body in motion... and that the destruction my melody summons, is but a pale imitation of the Abyss. But still I go on practicing... opening myself to the Void... always trying to bring forth the oblivion he so wanted. And so close... so close I come to it... that one last note that will complete the Threnody... the music that will destroy us all and allow everything to embrace the peace and perfection of the Abyss. And that note is so close... I know, deep within me, it is... but it eludes me still...


  • Power: Force Field
  • Level:Supreme
  • Reinforced Defenses Defense blocks Armor Piercing attacks.
Sometimes during my performances, I swear I feel someone's... something's caress upon my body... protecting me, encouraging me. Faint whispers in my ears, telling me to keep going, practice harder, even telling me how the Threnody could be played better... I often wonder if these feelings are coming from the Void itself... eagerly waiting to hear the finished piece.